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Title: Nights like this (Kimi RäikkÜnen x Reader)
Warnings: Kimi catches you dancing, mostly fluff, a little bit of stress, and sweet-sweet Kimi.
I want a man like this. When will God hear me out?! T_T
Word count: around 1500
English is not my main language, so Iâm sorry for any mistakes. I'm also sorry for the picture and the blurred wife, but I wanted to set the mood. PLEASEFORGIVEME.
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âY/N,â Kimi called out your name. His voice broke the silence three times in the last 30 seconds. But nothing. No answer. Not even a little sound. Nothing. Weird.
However, you didnât hear a thing. You were at the bottom of your shared house, inside the study with headphones on. Although, you could have chosen not to work thanks to Kimi, for some reason you still didn't want to âlive that upâ. You wanted to bring something to the table, and you wouldn't have been able to sit on your butt all day anyway. So, you worked. A little too much these days. All week. All month. And letâs add plural to the end of those words.
The last period has been particularly difficult for you. You had to work with a lot of clients as an account manager. And sometimes (well mostly), your bosses were assholes. More than once, Kimi almost went to your workplace to finally put them in their place and burn that place to the fuckinâ ground. But you always shut him down for some stupid reason. Even though, they would deserve it. Because all you've wanted to do lately is quit. You were burnt out, you were tired. But at least you had one thing in your life that was worth everything: Kimi.
You couldn't tell how grateful you were for him. Although everyone called him âThe Icemanâ, you didn't know that side of him at all. Yes, he was honest, straightforward, sometimes grumpy, but never towards you. With you he was always kind, loving and understanding. He hated everyone but you. And he showed it to you. More than anyone else ever had, he showed you what it truly meant to love: genuinely and unconditionally.
Kimi furrowed his eyebrows as he pushed himself away from the kitchen counter â where he had prepared everything for your dinner together â and headed downstairs. He was worried about you as you didnât reply to him, and he hadn't heard anything from the study for a while now. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but for some reason it gave him an incredible sense of calmness to hear you rattle around even when you were âquietâ. He adored you, in a way that sometimes it scared him.
Meanwhile, before you knew it, you stood up from your working table with your headphones on and started to dance. The beat was infectious to you, closing your eyes, you imagined the whole place was yours. You moved with confidence, spinning, and striding gracefully, bending low and rising up with a flick of your hair, your hips swaying side to side. Completely lost in the tunes, you danced like no one was watching.
But someone was watching, and it was Kimi. He leaned to the doorframe as the scene unfolded in front of his eyes: your carefree and confident side surfacing. His mouth went dry, and he felt rooted to the spot as he watched you. Even in just sweatpants and a sports bra on, heâd never seen you look more beautiful or more captivating. Or sexier⌠He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the sensation which started to take over his body.
He didn't want to bother you, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. He heard the tunes from your earphones, as it was blasting at full volume. He recognized that âgirly musicâ (as he called it) from TikTok. He suppressed a smile, secretly loving when you watched those stupid videos next to him and laughed like a fuckinâ maniac. He loved your laugh.
Song after song, you put on a full show for your (not-so) imaginary audience. When you finally spun around and opened your eyes, you saw Kimi leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Even though youâd been together a long time, a blush crept up your cheeks. You quickly yanked down your headphones, only making the music blare even louder.
âHow long have you been standing there?â you asked, but Kimi didnât answer right away. Your breath caught as his gaze held yours, those icy blue eyes now smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Long enough,â he replied in that typical Kimi tone of his, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. You switched off your Bluetooth headphones, and the music started playing now from your phone speakers. A daring idea came to your mind.
âDance with me,â you breathed out, extending a hand towards him.
âYou know Iâm not a good dancer,â he replied, his voice teasing. Lies. You both knew it; he was a much better dancer than he let on. You loved those moments when youâd both get a little tipsy and end up pressed close, unable to keep your hands off each other.
He shook his head a little bit, then sighed. After a few seconds, he pushed away from the doorframe and moved towards you, his gaze meeting yours. Your heart raced as he reached your side, taking your hand and placing his other firmly on the small of your back: his fingers splaying out between your lower back andâŚ
He pulled you close, and you instantly melted into his touch, a soft sigh escaping as you began to sway together to the music. He led you effortlessly⌠Not a good dancer. Right. What a lie⌠The way he held you made your skin tingle.
It started right at your lower back, where he touched you. Then, the sensation slowly started to work its way all over your body. From head to toe, like a poison that spreads through your veins. That sweet, hypnotic, deadly toxin that you couldn't get enough of. Because when it came to Kimi, nothing was ever enough. You wanted more. More. To take and possess. And that feeling deep down scared you because no one had ever had that effect on you. It was intoxicating and something you never wanted to let go of. And you wonât because Kimi felt the same way about you.
As you looked up into his eyes, the song Nights Like This began to play, and suddenly, it felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room as the lyrics were written just for this moment.
Hold my hand until we turn to ashes...
Kimiâs gaze softened, his fingers pressing a little more firmly into the small of your back, holding your other hand tenderly with his. The way you looked at each other, the way your breaths mingled, it almost turned your world upside down. No matter how long you've known each other, that feeling never changed.
Love me 'til they put me in my casket...
Your heart skipped, feeling a rush of something deep and unspoken passing between the two of you.
I got all these feelings that I'm maskinâ...
You wondered if he felt it, too: that quiet ache, the vulnerability the words held.
You let out a soft breath, barely above a whisper as you were singing the song, âCan I lay it on you? Thatâs what Iâm askinââ.
And without saying a word, Kimi pulled you even closer, as if his answer was already there, steady and clear in his embrace.
You stayed like that with the song all the way through, completely intertwined with each other and swaying softly. When the song ended and another began, you pulled back just enough to look up into his eyes.
âKimi,â you whispered.
âKultsi?â he replied, a slight smirk tugging at his lips âbarely there, but somehow, always present just for you.
âI love you so much⌠I hope you know thatâ you murmured, leaning deeper into his touch, feeling the last of your stress melt away. With him, you felt completely at peace, blissfully content.
âI love you more,â he replied, and leaned down to kiss you with the same impulse. He was more a man of action than talk anyway. He grabbed the back of your neck as he pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. His mouth sweetly explored yours, brushing his tongue against yours.
You pulled him even closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back as if your life depended on it. Dinner was waiting in the next room, getting colder by the second, but he didnât care; right now, you were all he wanted. You were the meal he craved. Even starved.
With a swift, effortless movement, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, laughing as you pulled him closer.
He looked at you, his eyes alight with something deeper. That laugh...
âI love you,â he murmured again, his voice almost a growl, and carried you over to the worktable. He nearly swept your things to the floor, but you stopped him, quickly moving your laptop and phone aside. After all, youâd need those laterâŚ
You let out a soft chuckle as you did so and when you turned back, you could see his eyes darken with something. It made the air stuck in your lungs.
âAnd Iâm going to show you just how much,â he whispered hoarsely and began to slowly undress youâŚ
#Kimi RäikkÜnen x Reader#Kimi Raikkonen x Reader#kimi raikkonen#kimi raikkonen fanfiction#kimi raikkonen x you#f1 fanfic#f1 one shot#f1 fic#f1 imagine#kimi raikkonen imagine
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Guided Horse Riding (Mycroft Holmes X Fem!Reader)
Characters: Mycroft Holmes
Universe: Sherlock
Warnings: Mention of murder, stabbings, horses
Request: hello dear can i get mycroft/fem reader? reader has a horse and force mycroft into him we want to see a scared the british governmentđ [name is mira and a horse with white yellow mane]
Notes: (Uh.... happy early holidays, I'm not dead? Sorry for being gone for so long I genuinely feel so awful for being gone for so long plz forgive me ok thanks bye)
Mycroft had wondered what had led him to the very situation he was in right at this very moment, and he had mentally been piecing it together in his head, till he reached the first domino that started this all.Â
The first domino- no surprises here- was Sherlock, who had realised that there had been a pattern in some recent stabbings, with them all happening in public, packed places, and the more people, the more victims- the first was on the underground, the second was at the opening of an art gallery, and then a charity marathon. Sherlock had deduced that the next attack would almost certainly be at the parade happening, and he slapped together a rough description for what to look out for, and dragged Mycroft along to get him access to more secure areas- which included the stables that held the horses meant to be taking part in the parade, and that had been where he had met you.Â
You had been there checking in on your horse- Mira, to make sure she was comfortable, calm and ready for such an event, though you knew it was more like you with the nerves than her, this being the first time either of you had took part in an event like this. So when you had the Holmes brother approach you, asking who you were and what you were doing back here, before asking if youâd seen anyone around you didnât recognise, you were understandably alarmed. One was dressed mostly like any other bystander (who therefor shouldnât be back there) and the other was dressed formally and seemed to be softening and adding politeness and context that the other, more brash man was missing. You quickly realised that Sherlock was acting mostly that way because he was in a rush, and that something bad was going to happen if he didnât get answers in time, and luckily, you had remembered a previous interaction with a man just earlier in the day- one that had rubbed you the wrong way with how he spoke, and you pointed them in his direction. Sherlock immediately sped walked away, while Mycoft took the time to shake your hand, thank you for your cooperation, and wish you luck in the parade.Â
The parade itself went off without a hitch- at least from your perspective it did. Mira was an angel, behaved and also let children pet her and families take pictures with her. The only thing you noticed that was a little off, was that there was a lot more police there than you predicted, and they all seemed bunched up in one area, but you just assumed it was a safety precaution, and since nothing bad happened, you presumed it was all good. You didnât find out exactly what had happened until you were packing up for the day, walking your horse over to her trailer, and Mycroft spotted you, and came over to speak to you.Â
That was the second domino. After giving you the rundown, explaining how you had basically stopped a mass stabbing thanks to you pointing the man out earlier the day, and after explaining who exactly Sherlock was, and who he was, you got to ask your own question, which began a conversation that resulted in you sharing your phone numbers to pick it up over coffee- the third domino.
Countless other dominos had been set up and knocked down since then- dates, kisses, admissions of love, and it all- somehow- led Mycroft to where he was now, watching you set Mira up for him, so he could ride her for the first time as you reassured him she was a nice, gentle horse, which he knew, but that didnât help his nerves. Â
âYou ready?â You ask, patting the neck of the horse after setting up the stool beside her, turning to look at Mycroft
âNot really.â Mycroft responded, sounding far from confident, but despite that, he still took your hand and let you guide him onto the stool, and position his foot into the stirrup.
âAlright, hold the reins, and swing your leg over, Iâll make sure you donât fall.â You explained to him, and after a moment of hesitation, Mycroft took a deep breath, and did as you ordered, and you kept your promise and helped him onto the saddle. Mira kept perfectly still as Mycroft got settled, and sat stiffly. âSee, that wasnât so bad.â You commented, chuckling as Mycroft only managed a small, unconvinced noise of agreement.Â
âDoes this mean I can get off now?â Mycroft asked, glancing at you at the corner of his eye.
âWell you can⌠do you want to try and get off, or get comfortable first?â You asked. Mycroft, upon realising that heâd have to get off the horse, which meant him mostly going backwards, and guessing his own footwork of a horse with little help that you could provide, Mycroft froze for a moment, before sighing.Â
âFine. Iâll get a little comfortable first.â Mycroft gave in, and you grinned at him, before taking a hold of Miraâs reigns.Â
âWeâll just walk on the outskirts in a circle at a slow pace.â You explained, before making Mira slowly start moving, trotting along beside you. You did a full lap of the small field you were in before looking back up at Mycroft, whoâs shoulders werenât as stiff anymore, and he didnât look constipated anymore. âYouâre doing great, honey.â You told him, his eyes coming and look at you, and he managed a small smile.Â
âYes, itâs⌠not as bad as I thought it would be.â Mycoft admitted. You chuckle a little, gently patching the side of Miraâs neck.Â
âYou can thank Mira for the positive experience. I knew sheâd be able to handle a nervous rider. Itâs also why sheâs great with kids. Iâm just glad you trusted me enough to let me put you on her.â You commented, looking up at him. Mycroft looked back at you, a small smile appearing on his lips.Â
âOf course I trust you. I love you.â He responded, his voice warm, which caused you to smile.
âWell since I love you too, how about after this lap Iâll get you off Mira so we can go inside and relax for the rest of the afternoon?â You suggest. Mycroft takes a moment to consider your words, before looking down at the horse, and pauses for a moment.Â
â...I think I can handle a few more laps.â
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10 and 25 for rome >:)
oc asks!
10) What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?
rome is part of the group of people who discovered black holes! he's not one to brag about that but he loves talking about black holes in general, and discussing all his other theories. he's a walking encyclopedia in general but especially space facts will get tossed at your head all day if you're not careful
25) What subject / topic do they know a lot about thatâs completely useless to the direct plot?
rome's best friend at the academy, morris (red reaperkiller's blorbo), has an angel stuck in his computer and because of that talks about angels a lot. rome would've had a hard time believing him at first since he's a man of science, but rather than becoming a sceptic he always tries to prove things with logic and reason and this situation is no different from that
because of this, he has knowledge with which he can create many devices that could be used to detect the paranormal (since angels and demons and to an extent ghosts too have the same origins in this universe), as well as measure frequencies in the surroundings that can accurately predict an angel warning (kinda like how you can predict extreme weather; angel warnings are stuff like huge flocks of birds that can do a lot of damage, or a light anomaly getting tangled up in electrical cords, etc)
while it's not entirely useless to the universe itself, it IS useless to the direct plot since rome's field of expertise is space and he has entirely different things to worry about, with his sister judah having vanished in space first and foremost, but now also a crew returning from the moon with only three of the original crew members of which two barely function anymore and a cosmonaut from some other mission they saved from certain death from a russian spacecraft in the moon's orbit. he's busy!!!
the technology he could develop would be super handy for some other guys running around in this universe but they're all the way over in louisiana (around rome's hometown actually! but that still doesn't change the fact he is now in the state of washington very very far away with a moon crisis (it's not the moon) (they think it's the moon) (it's all connected to judah's disappearance from many years earlier) (they don't know this) (rome suspects it but wants to be wrong so bad because if he's right that means he will probably never see his sister again) (he's right))
#asks#devilbrakers#ask:rome#oc asks#THANK YOU sorry i went off with the answer for the second one but like it's important. there's so much lore#rome basically theorizes about the existence of the eldritch god leviathan because of reports of astronaut madness#which lines up with earlier reports dating back centuries from sailor's madness during long ocean trips or arctic expeditions#and that research has led him to the empty earth theory which is essentially a mirror earth devoid of human life right next to our dimensio#which is leviathan's domain and is basically where those hallucinations come from#ocean / space / arctic regions are so open and empty and the empty earth would be basically That. but Entirely#judah and her crew went to space to work on the deepspace acceleration the united states is working on (mainly for energy purposes)#but it accidentally sends them straight into the empty earth as like. a failsafe from. the universe?? leviathan?? who knows!!#either way to prevent the universe from literally ripping apart they're sent to the empty earth. and rome suspects that they're there#and he's right. sorry king!
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rafe finds your panties in his car [smut, jerking off, perv!rafe]
part two
you had an appointment to get your nails done, rafe was at an important business meeting and couldn't take you, since a friend of his was picking him up his car was in the garage, you asked him if you could use his car, and he said yes.
as you get back you parked the car in the garage, turned off the car while picked up the things you had left scattered around the car, putting them back in the bag, and that's where you had an idea.
you thought, rafe had let you use his car by paying for your new set of nails, you had to somehow thank him. a grin grew on your face as you rose slightly from the seat, your hands went under your skirt finding the elastic band of your panties, you grabbed it pushing it down and once you got to your ankles you pulled them completely off. your grin grew even more as you put the lace panties on the gearshift.
after completing your little work of art, you grabbed your purse and keys, opened the door and got out of the car, locking it. you made your way inside the house, the sound of your heels walking on the floor caught his attention.
"hey baby" he greeted you with a smile, getting up from the couch, "rafeyy" you said immediately running into his arms, he pulled you toward him grabbing you by the hips, 4 hours without seeing him was too much for your liking. "how did it go?" he asked with a smile at your clinginess as his hand gently stroked your back, "all good" you replied pulling away from him slightly with a smile, showing him your nails.
"they're perfect baby" he said as he looked at them carefully, he knew you didnât play about your nails, "i know, aren't they?" you said with a smile turning your hand toward you, looking back at the design for the twentieth time.
you slipped your hand into your jacket pocket pulling out his car keys, "here they are" you said shaking them in front of his face, he grabbed them as you said "thank you so much baby, i love you" you said giving him a kiss, he smiled into the kiss as he whispered "i love you too".
as he deepened the kiss in your head you couldn't help but think of the little surprise you had left for him in the car, just waiting for him to find out. you knew very well that he loved your lingerie, one way or another he was always trying to steal some panties from you so he could keep them when, as he said, âhe needed them," and you also knew what for.
the next morning rafe woke up early, he had to attend another business meeting. it was a stressful week, he was full of commitments regarding work finding himself having little time to spend with you. he grabbed the keys of his car as he yawned while heading to the garage, the phone rang in his pocket causing him to sigh as he rolled his eyes, he took it in his hands reading the name of the contact who was calling him, he sighed again deciding to answer it, it was one of the men he was in business with.
"hey, what's up?" said rafe trying to sound as unbothered as possible, the last thing he wanted to do right now was to have a call regarding the various problems that kept coming up. as the man took up the conversation, explaining that business would slow down for reasons he would list for him later, rafe opened the garage door, letting out occasionals little "mhm."
he pulled out his car keys, pressed the button and without looking inside the car opened the door and sat down. "yes, i was aware of that, i just talked to hollis about it yesterday and we both agreed that..." he froze when out of the corner of his eye he saw something white that caught his attention, he shifted his eyes to the mysterious object.
he took a deep breath realizing it was your underwear.
ârafe? are you still there?" the man's voice rang on the other side of the phone, rafe took a few more seconds to look at the piece of underwear and then answered, "y-yeah i'm here sorry, actually i'm kinda busy right now, i'm gonna call you when i'm free" he quickly came up with, wanting to end the call as soon as possible.
"oka-"
before the man couldâve finished rafe immediately hang up. his hands reached out to grab the garment, his fingers rubbed the lace. he looked at the inner part, that was in contact with your pussy, noticing a small wet spot, he didn't think about it for a second and brought the panty closer to his face, his nose made contact with the fabric, inhaling strongly as your smell flooded his nostrils. you just knew how to drive him crazy.
he couldn't help but think about being between your legs as he continued to breathe in your scent, making you feel good as your hands pushed him closer to your pussy, his cock twitching at the thought of having his lips on your wet folds.
as he kept the panties close to his face, with his free hand he quickly untied his belt, unbuttoned his pants pushing them down just enough along with his underwear to get his now semi-hard cock out. his head thought of your sweet taste, your little whimpers when he overstimulated you too much as your smell intoxicated his brain.
with his right hand he began to lightly rub his length, little sounds escaped his lips, muffled by the fabric of your panties. he went further as with his thumb he stroked the tip, pink and swollen, screaming to be inside you, his hand tightened even more around his shaft quickly rubbing the part just below the tip, it drove him crazy.
he kept rubbing as he imagined his hand was yours, little drops of pre cum were coming out of his tip, mixing with his rapidly working hands, creating obscene wet sounds.
his wrist beginning to ache, from how fast he was moving, as he lingered for a few seconds with his thumb, rubbing the tip. he was a mess of moans, his legs twitching as his breathing grew deeper and deeper, his body temperature now crazy.
he moved your panties away from his face and wrapped them around his cock as he resumed rubbing his hard cock with his hand, continuous whimpers escaped his lips as the lace rubbed against the delicate veins of his cock.
"fuuuuck" he breathed, he didn't think he could hold back much longer. he pushed his hips upward as his hand worked up and down his length, his head turned back as continuous moans mixed with cursing escaped his lips.
"h-holy shiit..." he murmured through clenched teeth, the rough fabric of the lace touching the soft tip of his cock made him shudder, his cock throbbing in his hands, eager to cum as soon as possible.
he was in pure ectasy, totally overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing, the only image in his head at that moment was you, and you were helping him finish himself off. "oh y/n please..." he said almost crying, his voice cracked with pleasure as his hand moved even faster down the length, he hadn't even realized he had begged you when you weren't even there.
as his hand tightened around the tip, images of you filled his head, thinking about the way your eyes looked at him every time he thrust into you mercilessly, the way your tits bounced as his body slammed into yours, as his hand grabbed your neck making your eyes roll as he pushed you to the edge, that image was enough to make his cock cum.
"oh fuck me...." he managed to say as his hand moved slower, riding his high, moans and whining came from his lips as he pressed the tip making sure not a drop of his liquid was wasted.
half of it was on his hands, but most of it had ended up on your panties. he let go his grip on his cock, feeling overstimulated as he tried to catch his breath. realization hit him soon after, realizing the 'obscenity of the act he had just performed.
did he regret it? no. had it been one of the best handjobs? yes.
#drew starkey#outer banks#outer banks x reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#x reader#drew starkey x reader#smut
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PLEASE, LOVE ME. PT 1
simon riley / reader
FIND PART TWO || read the full thing on ao3
tags: childhood friends, friends2lovers, virgin!reader, soft!simon, protective!simon, afab!reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, MDNI
cw: reader is over 20, pining, masturbation (reader), loss of virginity, explicit workplace sexual harassment/assault, so much crying, one-sided love, not-really-unrequited love, vomiting, panic attacks, depression, crying, sex related shame, PTSD (reader), codependency but cute, self-deprecating thoughts, slut shaming, wet dream, dry humping, simon fucks up tho, reference to suicide & suicidal ideation, really nasty argument, reader hits simon sorry, apologizes tho!!!, reader struggles to orgasm, drinking, fooling around while drunk (no sex), breast play, fingering, orgasm denial, simon's a tease, p-in-v, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampie, mating press, missionary, simon's dirty mouth, dirty talk, wet&messy, big cock, uncut simon bc i said so, reassurance & encouragement, some pain upon penetration, clit spanking, post-coital crying!!!!!!, aftercare, briefly edited so apologies for any lingering mistakes
note: any triggering acts such as harassment/sa are done by a third party, not simon!!! also the sa is not vague or implied, there is a written out scene so please be mindful when you read! thank u to @allsaiint for reading over this and helping!
you've loved him since you were children. after a confession when you were 14 went rejected, you vowed to never let your feelings be known again. but after an incident that left you hurt and fragile, you find it hard to keep that promise.
part 1: 17.8k total: 35.8k
Your muscles were stiff, thighs twitching and trembling as you laid in bed, staring at your water stained ceiling. Your chest rose and fell in time with rapid breathing. You had worn yourself out, caused a wet spot on your bed, yet you remained completely unsatisfied. Your fingers were cramped up and you let out a groan of frustration, rolling over to crawl out of bed.Â
It had become a daily ritual at this point, you with your hand between your thighs, rubbing and touching, only to get into the shower completely unsatisfied and embarrassed at your own inability to get yourself off.Â
People your age didnât struggle like this, you convinced yourself. Your cheeks burned as you stepped under the warm spray from your showerhead, the creaking pipes just background noise to you now. You were broken, that was the only explanation you could think of.Â
By the time you got out of the shower and changed your sheets, throwing the dirty ones into the washer, it was evening and a familiar knocking rang through your apartment.
You didnât even have to answer it before the lock was clicking and the large form of your best friend Simon ducked in.Â
âHey, Simon!â you called cheerfully, excitedly bounding into the room and wrapping your arms around him in greeting.Â
He grunted, harshly patting your back in the familiar way he always does before kicking his boots off. When he straightened up, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you.Â
âWhat's with you?â he asked, a thick, dark brow raised suspiciously.Â
âUm,â you stepped back, shrugging as you tried to look nonchalant, âWhat do you mean?â
âYou lookâŚâ his eyes raked down your body, clearly assessing you, âYou look tense.â
Immediately, your cheeks erupted into flames. Your face felt so hot that you had to bring your hands up to cool them before laughing nervously, âThatâs no different than usual.â
He was silent for several, long, grueling seconds before grunting and breezing past you to the kitchen, clearly letting it drop. You took a moment to catch your breath before following him, finding him hunched over looking into your barren refrigerator.Â
âWhereâs all your fuckinâ food?â he snapped, straightening back up with a huff when he heard you come in behind him.
âDidnât get a chance to shop this week, Si,â you replied stiffly, crossing your arms over your chest.
âWhy?â he demanded, slamming the appliance closed before heading to your cabinets to do inventory there too.
âPaycheck was short again this week,â you answered, speaking quietly in hopes he wouldnât look into it anymore than that.Â
He angrily slammed a cabinet closed and leaned on his palms against the counter, head hung between his shoulders, âYour boss fuckinâ stiff you again?â
âI-Itâs not a big deal, Simonââ you attempted to quell him.
âNot a big deal?â he snapped, slamming his hands down on the counter, making you flinch at the noise. You knew Simon would never, ever hurt you but his anger was something to behold nonetheless, âIt is a big deal when you canât even afford to fuckinâ eat!â
âSimonâŚâ you whisper, anxiously picking at a string on your cotton shorts, âI wasnât going hungry, I have likeâŚramen and stuffâŚâ
He says your name through gritted teeth, letting out a frustrated sigh, âWhy didnât you tell me that you couldnât afford proper groceries?â
âI didnât want to bother you with it, Si,â you mutter, âI-Itâs my problem, not yours.â
He gives you a long, unblinking stare. His usual soft, puppy dog brown eyes now felt intimidating. One thing about Simon was that he never hid it when he was clearly upset with you. And knowing he was right now made you hang your head pitifully.
He moves suddenly, tugging his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling out a small stack of clean bills, slapping them on your countertop.
âSimon, noââ you attempt to reach out for them, willing him to take the money back.
He grabs your hand immediately, shoving the appendage away from the money, âYouâll take this and youâll go to the store tomorrow and get some damn food or Iâm going to go to the bar and wrap my fuckinâ hands around your bossâs throat until he coughs up your money.â
âYou donât have to do this, Simon!â you argue, exasperated, âY-You donât have to take care of me like this.â
âYes, I fuckinâ do!â he counters, âYouâre my responsibility and Iâm not going to let you exist on fuckinâ cup noodles until that shithead pays you properly, not when I can take care of you. Now stop arguing and put this in your wallet now.â
He used that damn Lieutenant voice, leaving no room for argument. You bit your lip and slowly picked up the bills from the counter.
âThank you, SimonâŚâ you whisper, clutching the money close to your chest as you offer him a wobbly smile.
âShut up and go,â he huffs, though his voice is much softer and affectionate now.Â
You turn on your heel and go to the table by the door, slowly taking the time to place the money safely inside. You felt tears pricking at your eyes. You were so, so lucky to have someone in your life that did everything in his power to take care of you, to look after you and make sure you had food on the table. No one had ever cared about your well-being the way Simon did, and your heart felt incredibly full because of it.Â
You could hear him still stalking around the kitchen, grumbling to himself in annoyance. He comes out of the kitchen, phone in hand, before heâs taking a seat on your old, creaky couch. His knee is bouncing up and down in that way it always does. Itâs like heâs always a live wire, ready and waiting for something to happen.
âIs something wrong?â you ask, still standing by the table.
He grunts, shaking his head, âOrderin' dinner.â
âOh,â you mumble, âWhatâre you getting?â
âGettinâ from that breakfast diner you like,â he responds quickly, not looking up from his phone.Â
âYou donât even like that place,â you giggle, âIn the mood for a breakfast sandwich?â
âNot for me,â was his clipped response.
âWhat?â you whine, âSimon, donât order me food!â
âDid you eat today?â he asks quickly, placing his phone on the table, clearly done with the order.
âI had cup noodles!â you point an accusing finger at him, âSo yes!â
âThatâs not real food,â he leans against the back of the couch, closing his eyes with his arms crossed over his chest. End of conversation.Â
You sigh, shaking your head. You debate continuing to pester him about it but you hear your washing machine begin to ring the jingle signaling the cycle is finished. You cast one last, unseen glare to the man on your couch before heading to the washer, methodically taking the now clean sheets out.Â
You finish placing it in the dryer and turning the machine on, stepping back into the living room when thereâs a knock on the door. Simon is on his feet in seconds and at the door before you can even react. When he slams the door shut, he holds the bag of food up for you to see, dropping it on the coffee table before taking a seat again. He resumes the same position, arms cross over his chest and eyes closed.Â
âAre you tired?â you ask softly, taking the empty seat beside him. He hums in response, âYou want to spend the night?â
âGuess so,â he responds after a few seconds, âYou work tomorrow?â
âTomorrow night,â you mumble, reaching for the bag of food, untying the knot so you can get inside, âI hate working Friday nights.â
âI can stop by tomorrow if you want,â he offers, finally opening his eyes.
You think it over for a minute. It wouldnât be the first time he sat in the bar on a busy Friday night, nursing a half-drunk bourbon, as he waited for you to get off, âI think itâll be okay. Last week was fine.â
He simply stares at you in silence before sighing through his nose. But he doesnât argue and youâre thankful for that.Â
Simonâs been looking after you like this since you turned 18 and moved out on your own. There have been many, many days and nights that youâve taken up his time and energy and as you grew older, you tried to do it less. He had an incredibly busy job and life and the last thing you wanted was to add weight onto his already heavy shoulders.Â
The evening turned to night and before you knew it you had a full belly and leftovers to store in the fridge for breakfast. You folded your dried sheet and placed it in the hallway closet, acutely aware of the sound of Simon showering in your bathroom.Â
It wasnât a very big shower and you sometimes wondered what it looked like for him in there. Surely he had to hunch down to properly wash his hair and shoulders. But those thoughts always turned into something less than innocent.Â
You imagined what he looked like, all wet. How big he surely looked in there, no doubt he would dwarf you. He would be able to easily crowd you in the corner, make it so you couldn't escape as he blocked the exit â not that you would want to escape.Â
You slapped a hand against your forehead, shaking your head violently to rid yourself of those thoughts. You tugged a spare blanket out of the closet and slammed it closed, rushing to your bedroom to place it on your bed.Â
Your cheeks burned with shame over having such unsavory thoughts about your best friend. As much as you liked to pretend that the crush you had on him when you were children had faded like typical puppy love, you knew your feelings were alive and well deep inside where you had pushed them when he rejected you when you were 14.Â
It was just because you were so pent up, you convinced yourself, you would have those thoughts about any man that was inside your shower!
You crawled onto your side of the bed, flopping back into your pillow as you waited for him to come in. You completely ignored the throbbing between your thighs, a feeling you were more than used to by now. But your fingers itched to reach down, slip beneath the band of your shorts and touch your clit, the little bud throbbed so desperately that when you clenched your thighs together, a shiver would go down your spine.Â
Just as you started to reach down, just to try and relieve the ache that settled there, the bathroom door opened. You yanked your hand back up and tried to look casual as you heard his heavy footsteps move towards the bedroom door.
He pushed the door open wider so he could come in, having to duck his head down to avoid hitting his head. He placed his towel in the laundry basket and slowly crawled into bed beside you, placing his pillow flat so he could comfortably lay down.
Some people may find it strange sleeping with him like this, but your couch was much too small for him and he would rather cut his own fingers off than make you sleep on the damned thing. It was old and so uncomfortable that it caused you to be sore if you sat on it for too long. Plus, you never felt uncomfortable having him in the bed with you like this. He was warm and safe and he always smelled like your grapefruit body wash after he showered.Â
It made your heart thump in your chest, knowing he walked around the next day smelling like you.Â
âGoodnight, Simon,â you mumbled, reaching over to turn your bedside lamp off.
He grunted quietly, rolling over so his back was facing you. You smiled in the dark and snuggled down into your own blanket, closing your eyes as well.Â
The next morning, you woke up and the bed was empty. As usual.Â
Even when he was home, Simon functioned off of the strict military schedule heâd been accustomed to for his many years in the military. You sat up and stretched your arms above your head, tossing your blanket off of you. The floor was chilly against your bare feet, making you shiver.Â
After going pee, you ventured out into the living room. Simon was lounging, quietly watching TV â the morning news, it seemed.
âGood morning,â you called.Â
âEat,â was all he replied, not even breaking his gaze off of the TV.
You purse your lips but do as youâre told â not because he said so, but because your stomach was painfully growling and the breakfast sandwich in the fridge sounded delicious.Â
As you heated it up in the microwave, you hummed to yourself.
âIâm going to go to the store after I eat,â you called, âDo you want to come?â
âNah,â he grunted, âGotta go soon.â
âOh,â you tried to hide your disappointment, âWill you be back tonight?â
âProbably not,â he responded, your disappointment only growing at that.Â
The microwave beeped and you pulled your plate of food out, bringing it back to the living room to eat it beside him. He took up an absurd amount of space given how large he was and how small your couch was â but you didnât mind being pressed up against him. You didnât think he minded either because he never bothered to move away.Â
You quietly ate your breakfast, finishing up just as the news segment ended. Simon stood, knees popping as he did, patting his pockets to make sure he had his keys and wallet before pausing, looking around.Â
âYou leaving?â you ask, placing your plate on the table as you followed his lead, standing.
âGot to,â he mumbled, still glancing around, âWhereâs my phone?â
âYou leave it in the bedroom?â you offer.
He sighs and disappears down the hall for a split minute before returning, tucking the device into his pocket. He grabs his coat off the table by the door, slipping it on and zipping it up. You approach him by the door, watching him slip his boots on and tie them.Â
âSee you later, Si,â you say, trying your best to hide your disappointment at him leaving.Â
You never wanted him to leave, always feeling painfully lonely without his presence in your home. Since he was gone for long periods so often, you liked to enjoy his company as much as you can when heâs home. But you would never be the type to ask him to stay when he couldnât because you knew he would run himself ragged to keep you company even when he was exhausted and had other things to do on top of it. You never wanted to be a burden to him.
He straightens up, stomping his feet a couple times to make sure his boots were on fine. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. You wrap both arms around his middle and hug him tight.
âIâll come by when I can,â he mutters, pulling back to press a kiss to your forehead.
Then heâs gone, the door slamming closed and leaving you by yourself in the doorway, already feeling an emptiness that would remain until he returned.Â
Just as you promised, you went out and bought groceries, courtesy of the money Simon had so kindly given you. You made sure you had some meat, fruit, and veggies, along with some canned goods. You made sure you didnât buy cup noodles because he certainly wouldnât be thrilled to know you bought that since he was so vehemently against them being in your diet.Â
When you got home, you put all the groceries away and quickly realized that you had some time to spare before you had to get ready for your shift at the bar.Â
As you sit on the couch, mindlessly watching some random show youâve seen a hundred times before, you suddenly realize youâre squeezing your thighs together.Â
And your panties are feeling awfully sticky.Â
Your body heats up as you find yourself cupping your breasts through your shirt and bra. But you quickly realize thatâs doing nothing for you and you strip your shirt off, pulling the sports bra over your breasts to cup them without the fabric restriction. You sigh and relax into the couch as you pull and pinch your nipple, tugging them and rolling them beneath your fingers. Your thighs clench and rub together as you tease yourself.Â
But you tire of that quickly, knowing you could do something that felt so much better.Â
Your fingers tremble as you tug the button of your jeans open and kick them off, letting your panties go down with them. You take note of the fact the center is completely sticky and wet. God, how long had you been dripping into your panties like that?
You lean back on the couch, placing your feet on the cushions, letting your legs open nice and wide. Your folds flower open, embarrassingly wet and shiny. Your clit is hard and swollen between them and you can practically see the bud twitching.Â
With two, shaky fingers, you reach down and swipe over the bud. Your entire body twitches at the contact and you sigh as you slowly circle it, using your own slick as lubrication.Â
You bring a finger to your entrance, prodding at the stickiness there. Itâs embarrassing how wet you are. Your pussy makes loud noises as you touch but it doesnât really provide you much pleasure so you bring your finger back to your clit.Â
You circle it, pinch it, and roll your fingers over it. Youâre quietly moaning, lidded eyes hazy as you watch your fingers play between your thighs. It feels good, a warm feeling settling in your gut the more you touch yourself.Â
But then the inevitable happens â itâs like you hit a wall.Â
You whine in frustration, speeding up your movements to hopefully reach the edge that you know is right over the wall. But you donât get any further, if anything you feel that warmth vanishing at an alarming rate.Â
Tears sting your eyes, âNo, no, noâŚâ you beg no one.
You grit your teeth in frustration, yanking your hand away to watch your pussy clench and throb over nothing, drooling and dripping slick onto the couch. But youâre too frustrated to try anymore.Â
You close your thighs and flop down onto the couch, letting a few tears escape.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with me?â you quietly complain, slapping the couch out of frustration.
Your lamenting is interrupted by your phone going off. You look at it on the table and see it's the alarm you set to let you know to start getting ready.Â
Great, you spent 45 minutes playing with yourself and still didnât get any further than you had for the last 20-something years of your life.Â
You were starting to think you should schedule an appointment with a doctor and find out if you were well and truly broken, but quickly decided against it. That would be fucking humiliating.
What would you say, âHi, I canât make myself orgasm and never have, please doctor, tell me if my vagina is broken?â Absolutely not.Â
You collect your clothes from the living room floor and toss them in your laundry basket in your room before you take a very fast shower just to clean your own mess up. Then, you get dressed and ready for the shift you know is going to suck at the bar.Â
At the door, you make sure you have your belongings. You turn out all your lights and lock the door behind you before setting off to the bar.Â
Itâs not a long walk, about 15 minutes away. But just the idea of stepping foot inside the bar fills you with dread.Â
It was a little hole in the wall place, shady and seedy were the best ways to describe it. You got pretty good tips from the patrons most nights but your boss was the biggest piece of shit youâd ever had the misfortune of being in close proximity with.Â
He had a very bad habit of putting his hands where they didnât belong and cutting his employeeâs pay for no reason â or reasons he completely made up. Your last paycheck was short because he claims that you âgot enough in tips to make up the lossâ â you didnât. And when you argued, he threatened to fire you.Â
You were already living in the cheapest flat you could afford; it was run-down and poorly maintained. But it was better than not having a roof over your head. And it was a fight to even get hired at the shitty bar you worked at now, you werenât willing to go back to looking for work.Â
So you simply bit your tongue and took what money you could get. It wasnât the first time he did it and you were sure it wouldnât be the last.Â
You got to work as soon as you clocked in, greeting your coworkers with a tense smile that they returned. Everyone was in the same boat as you, after all. No one would choose to work here unless they were down on their luck like you.
The night started slow, slower than usual for a Friday night. Despite the place looking like it was going to fall down around you and the occasional rat that scampered across the floor, the bar was actually kind of a hotspot. The alcohol was cheap and your boss never cut anyone off so patrons were free to get as sloshed as they wanted.Â
That also meant the customers tended to get rather unruly.Â
Which is exactly what happened when the night inevitably picked up. More people came in, more drinks were ordered, and you were running around the place like mad to get drinks where they needed to be.Â
You cast a glance to the clock behind the bar, sighing in relief when you realized you had 10 minutes left of this hell.Â
You were sure you were a sight, clearly run ragged and ready to get the hell out of there and go home. Your feet were sore from the old, worn shoes you wore. They looked fine on the outside, cute, but the soles were worn down and provided absolutely no cushion. It was hell.Â
âThis goes to the corner table,â the bartender called over the loud voices of the bar. He was a nice guy, couldnât be older than 20, but you honestly couldnât even recall his name.Â
You took the tray of shitty beer from the counter and quickly made your way to the corner table in the back, careful not to spill a drop. You placed the tray down and gave the guys at the table a charming smile.
âHereâs your drinks,â you said, placing a glass in front of all 4 of them.Â
âThanks, beautiful,â one of them slurred, given a drunken wink.
âUm, is there anything else you need?â you asked, ignoring his flirting, as you picked up the tray.Â
âMaybe,â another one chuckled, leaning back in his seat, raking his eyes down your body. You wished you could crawl into a hole at the feeling of his gaze on you. Despite being fully clothed, it made you feel incredibly naked â like he could see through your clothes.Â
It certainly wasnât the first time a customer or two flirted with you. It was sort of a rampant problem in this bar, if you were honest.
âWhat is it you need?â you asked, wishing so badly you could just be free from the conversation.Â
One of them pulled out a stack of money, waving it in front of your face, âIâll tip you this if you show us your tits.â
Your cheeks burned hot in humiliation as the other three laughed and jeered. You shifted on your feet, tapping your fingers anxiously against the metal tray in your hands, envisioning yourself slamming it over their heads.Â
âN-No thank youâŚI-I donât think that would be appropriate,â you hope that they canât hear the way your voice trembles over all the noise in the bar.
âCome on, sexy,â the one with the money grinned, licking over his teeth as his eyes narrowed on your chest, âBet theyâre real nice. Câmon, you need the money right? Why else would you be working at a place like this? Go on, just lift your shirt up and let us see them tits!â
âM-My shift is over, I really need to go,â you shakily smile and take a step back, âI-I hope you enjoy your night, boys.â
Your attempt to diffuse the situation and get out of it proved futile because when you attempted to flee, one of them clapped a firm hand around your wrist and tugged you forward. You stumbled on your feet, dropping the metal tray with a gasp, finding yourself nose to nose with one of them. The smell of alcohol was potent on his breath and it made your lip curl in disgust. You tried to tug yourself free of his grasp but his grip was too strong.Â
The guy sitting on the other side of the one who had a hold on you reached over his buddy to yank the neckline of your shirt down, the cheap, worn material stretching with ease until it tore at the weakest point. You let out a horrified cry when your bra became visible to the group, all of them cheering and shouting degrading things right in your face.Â
The one across the table reached down, you felt his hand against your breast through your bra and a lightning bolt of pure terror ripped through you. It was like everything happened in slow motion.
You could feel his thumb hook under your bra and start to tug, tears flooded your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. You raised a hand and as hard as you could, slapped the one still holding you clean across the face.Â
The entire table went still but his grasp loosened enough for you to turn on your heel and bolt as fast as you could into the staff room, covering your exposed bra with your arms as best you could. You passed one of your coworkers, her eyes wide in concern when she saw your state.Â
She followed you into the staff room, closing the door quietly behind her. You stood in front of your locker, ripping it open as you attempted to collect your things but your mind was running too fast for you to actually make any meaningful movements.
Your coworker called your name and you paused.
âHey, take a breath,â she whispered softly, placing a hand on your back. You realized you were hyperventilating. You attempted to level out your breathing, wiping the tears off of your cheeks only for more to replace them.Â
âWhat happened?â she asked softly, âDo you want me to call someone? The police?â
You shake your head, opening your mouth to respond but only a little sob comes out. You couldnât even find it in yourself to be embarrassed. She looks nothing but sympathetic, softly patting your back and encouraging you to breathe deeply.Â
The staff room door suddenly slams open, making both of you jump. Your boss storms in, completely red in the face and furious.Â
âGet out,â he snaps at your coworker.Â
She casts an apologetic look to you, squeezing your hand before she ducks her head and leaves the staff room. He slams the door behind her, locking it for good measure â leaving both of you alone.Â
He advances on you faster than you can react, he wraps a hand around your throat and slams you against the lockers. It hurts but you canât get a noise past the grip around your neck. You blink back the tears that are still coming, trying to see him more clearly.
âAre you broke in the fuckinâ head?!â he screams, a volume that makes your ears ring. You wonder if the patrons can hear it outside, âYou put your hands on a customer?!â
âTh-They put their hands on me first!â you defended yourself, hoarse and choked under his grip, âThey touched me!â
He only looks more furious, eyes falling to your ripped shirt and exposed bra. He grabs one side of the already torn shirt and yanks, ripping it the rest of the way. Your eyes go wide and your first instinct is to kick him but youâre panicked and uncoordinated so it misses its mark.
âI donât give a shit if they forced you over the table and fucked you!â he howls, spitting all over your face in his rage, âYou better think fast and hard about how youâre going to rectify this. Do you understand me?â
His grip tightens a bit more around your throat and you hastily nod, blubbering mindless apologies to try and appease him. He doesnât look any less angry but lets you go nonetheless. Your knees are too shaky to hold you up so you slide down the lockers until youâre sitting on the dirty floor.
âYou go out there and you apologize to them,â he hisses through clenched teeth, âOr Iâm going to fire you and youâre gonna be out on the fuckinâ streets, got it?â
You nod your head, holding back your sobs but canât control the tears that fall down your cheeks. He sends you one last glare before turning back to the door, unlocking it and throwing it open.Â
Youâre left there, trembling on the floor and quietly crying to yourself. Your heart is racing and youâve never felt more terrified and humiliated in your life.
The door opens again and you look up in horror at the idea of your boss coming back. But itâs your coworker again.Â
She quietly crouches next to you and gives you a once over, âAre you okay? Did he hurt you?â
âI-I have to apologize t-to them,â you manage to choke out.Â
Her eyes widened, âNo way! You didnât do anything wrong!â
âI canât lose this job,â you sob, pressing the heel of your hands to your eyes as you cry, âI need this job. He says heâll fire me if I donât apologize!â
âOkay,â she whispers, âIâll go with you, okay? You can apologize and then you can go, thatâs it.â
You nod your head and stand up, using the lockers as a crutch. Your coworker helps you steady yourself before she sees your shirt is ripped even more than when she left.
She whispers your name, âAre you sure he didnâtâŚâ
âHe only ripped it,â you assure her, sniffling softly, âBut I canât go out there like this.â
It dawns on you that you forgot a jacket. It was a little warmer today than it had been in days and you had simply neglected to bring one.Â
âYou can borrow my hoodie,â she assures, opening her locker to tug it out, handing it to you, âGo on, you can return it to me another day.â
âThank you,â you whisper, clumsily sliding it over your head. You feel much better now that youâre covered up, you feel less vulnerable. You quickly collect all your belongings so you can leave as soon as you get this over with.
You let her lead you out of the staff room. The second youâre out, the blaring noise immediately proves to be too much. You wipe your eyes, using the sleeve of the hoodie. You make a note to wash it properly when you return it.Â
You feel the eyes of strangers on you and it just makes you feel worse with every passing second. You want to go home. You want to shower. You want to crawl into bed. You want Simon.Â
You let her lead you to the table, all the men are still there laughing and drinking their beers. They fall silent when you approach, four pairs of eyes falling on you, making you feel humiliated and small. They look expectant, the one who ripped your shirt tapping his fingers against the table.Â
âThere you are!â the one who had held your wrist grinned. It was a predatory smile that made your heart race anxiously, âThought you were gonna run away without apologizing for beinâ a raging bitch.â
You flinch at the insult and your coworker squeezes your hand in support, âI-Iâm sorry for slapping you.â
âThatâs fuckinâ right!â another one jeered, âPractically ruined our night. How are you going to make it up to us?â
âIâve got a few ideas!â a different once laughed. The other three joined in eagerly.
âHow about you stay back late and really make it up to us, huh?â you squeezed your coworkers hand in yours, already feeling the tears returning with a vengeance.
âHow about I bring you a round on me, huh?â she quickly intervenes, âIâll buy.â
That seems to do it for the 4 men and they rambunctiously cheer and slam their hands on the table obnoxiously. You think you hear her promise to be back with their drinks as she pulls you away from the table. You both hide away in the staff room again and she holds both your hands in hers.
âGo on home,â she says softly.
âI-Iâll pay you back for the drinksââ she shushes you quickly when you start.
âDonât even worry about it,â she coos, âGo home.â
With a gentle nudge to the back entrance, she casts you one last kind smile before slipping out of the staff door.Â
You donât even remember the walk home, your mind completely fuzzy. But youâre sobbing again by the time you stumble into the door. You collapse onto the floor in front of your couch, wailing into the cushions as the weight of the night fully and entirely collapses on you. You can barely breathe through your tears, hiccups and coughs breaking up the endless crying only to resume when you catch your breath.Â
You have no idea how long you sit there, crying louder and harder than you have in a very, very long time.Â
You hear your front door creak open before the living room light flips on. You go completely stiff, your crying finally going silent as you hear the familiar heavy footsteps step into the living room before they fall still when he sees you.
He calls your name, soft and gentle in a way that is completely unlike him. Simon isnât soft, he talks to you in a cold, apathetic and teasing tone. Heâs always clipped and blunt. Sure, heâs kind but never gentle.
Just the sweet tone makes your lips wobble and suddenly youâre sobbing again. His boots hit the floor fast, taking quick, big strides so he can reach you as fast as he possibly can. Two strong hands hook under your arms and turn you towards him. He takes a seat beside you on the floor and tugs you into lap.
You melt into his chest, secured by his embrace as he holds you. One hand cups the back of your head and the other wraps around your back.Â
âYou didnât answer your phone when I called,â he explained his arrival, lips pressed to the crown of your head, âGot worried so I rushed over.â
You grip his hoodie in your hands, anchoring yourself to him as you cry and cry. He remains silent, content to hold you and let you cry out everything youâre feeling.Â
Just having him there, holding you and comforting you, is enough to ease your tears until youâre just a hiccuping, sniffling mess. Youâre taking those quick, stuttering gasping breaths that signify the end of your meltdown and Simon slowly eases his hold on you.Â
He cups your cheek in one hand, raising your head up so he can really look at you. He rubs a thumb under your eye, wiping away your tears. He looks so concerned, brows furrowed and a frown on his lips.Â
The sight of his face makes your lips wobble again, âSiâŚâ you finally manage to choke out.
His gaze softens immediately, his other hand coming up to cup your face as well. He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss against your forehead.
âYou want to tell me what happened?â he finally asks, letting go of your face to hold your waist, keeping you curled up in his lap.Â
You think about it. You want to tell him all about it, to get it off of your chest and figure out how the hell youâre supposed to move past it. But you know that if you tell him, heâs going to march his ass to your job the second he gets a chance and put your bossâs head through the wall and find those assholes from the table.Â
You really canât afford to lose your job. Your bills are tight enough as it is, youâre scraping by by the skin of your teeth. If youâre jobless for even a week, itâs going to fuck everything up. Youâll never make rent and you canât end up on the street.Â
âJust aâŚbad shiftâŚâ you supply lamely.
Simon stares at you, jaw set and tense, âI donât know whatâs worse. The fact youâre lying in the first place or the fact you donât think you can tell me what really happened.â
âSimonâŚâ you whine, pushing yourself off of his lap, âJust let it go, please.â
He follows your lead when you stand up. He still hasnât taken his boots off, still too concerned about you to care. Every step he takes is a loud sound of his weight in those boots.Â
You pace back and forth, arms crossed over your chest.
âIâm not letting it go,â he responds, âI think you know me better than that.â
âSimon, please!â you feel the tears returning again and you suddenly realize how tired you are from crying. Your eyes are sore and you just want to sleep.Â
âI want to know what happened,â he argues, clearly growing exasperated.Â
You know heâs not going to let it go. He knows you too well to believe any lies. You press your hands to your face and let out a noise of frustration and despair. You can feel his eyes on you, unwavering and firm. You feel hot, like youâre overheating and suffocated. With trembling hands, you haphazardly tug at the hoodie â you need it off or youâre going to go mad.Â
Simon reaches forward to help you, watching your rising panic but you slap his hands away. He looks stupefied at your reaction but retracts his hands.Â
But you canât get the damned thing off, youâre uncoordinated and clumsy, unable to pull your arms through the sleeves so you can get it off. Why wonât it come off?Â
âG-Get it off,â you finally cry, completely unaware of the pure horror in your voice.
Simonâs hands are back, âIâve got you. Iâll get it off ya.âÂ
True to his word, he tugs it up and it slips over your head with ease. You feel like you can take a deep breath finally, feeling the cool air of your living room against your skin again. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you attempt to calm yourself.Â
He says your name softly but you canât bring yourself to open your eyes. You jump when you feel the ghost of his fingers against your stomach â the skin is bare and it makes your eyes fly open. You look down and remember that your shirt was completely torn open, the hoodie had been hiding it, and now Simon is seeing. You can see the realization in his face.
Heâs not an idiot. If anything, heâs more intelligent than anyone youâve ever known.Â
Suddenly your stomach turns and you place a hand over your mouth. Youâre running down the hallway, dropping to your knees in front of the toilet as you heave.Â
You donât hear any movement from Simon. He doesnât follow you to the bathroom. Youâre briefly thankful for the escape as the nausea disappears before you suddenly crave to have him near you again.
âSimon!â you cry, his footfalls an immediate response.Â
He crouches beside you, placing a hand on your back, âYou finished?â
You nod, spitting one last time into the toilet, âI-I want to shower.â
Heâs quiet for a moment before he stands, stepping past you to turn on the shower for you. He places a consoling hand on the top of your head in passing before he goes to leave you alone. You reach out and grab his hand before he can get too far.
He pauses and looks at you, easily understanding. He brushes his thumb over your hand, âNot goinâ anywhere, love.â
He takes a step outside of the bathroom and stands there, hands held in front of him as if he were on guard, like a security guard. You flush the toilet and shakily strip your clothes off before stepping into the shower, letting the warm spray ease your sore body and clear your sinuses. Youâre terribly stuffy from crying so you canât even smell your grapefruit body wash this time.
You finish your shower, making sure you scrub your body as best you can before you step out and wrap a towel around your body.
âAre you hungry?â Simon suddenly asks.
âNoâŚâ your tone is flatter than you had intended and you realize that youâre completely emotionally drained.Â
âAlright,â is all he says in reply.
You approach the door, where heâs still standing. You place your hand against his back and he quickly steps aside to let you by. You hear his boots behind you as he follows you to your bedroom.Â
You sit on the bed, completely exhausted. Simon makes himself busy with going through your dresser, pulling out some clothes for you to wear before he places them on the bed beside you. You donât make any movements.Â
He sighs, softly saying your name before crouching in front of you, taking your hands in his.Â
âWas it your boss?â he asks softly.Â
âHim and some assholes I was serving drinks to,â you tiredly answer. You donât have it in you to fight in anymore.Â
âWhy didnât you want to tell me?â he pries, squeezing your hands.
âBecause I know you, Si,â you sniffle, âYouâre going to go down there and put them all in the hospital when you find them.â
âAnd?â he scoffs, âThey fuckinâ deserve it. No one gets to put their hands on you like that and get away with it.â
âBecause I canât lose my job, Si!â you finally cry, âI barely make ends meet as it is! I-If I lose my job, what am I supposed to do? I wonât be able to afford rent. Iâll be on the streets!â
âI would never let that happen,â he says firmly, âYou will never be on the streets, love. I will always take care of you, you know that.â
âI canât do that to you, Simon,â you mutter, sniffling again, âY-You already have so much on your plate I donât want to be another problem you have to deal with.â
âIs that what you think?â he scoffs, standing up, âThat I deal with you? Youâre important to me, I take care of you because I never want anything to happen to you. Iâm not going to let you work at that shithole for a minute longer.â
You hang your head, unable to supply any arguments to him anymore.
âIâm going to make you something small to eat. Youâre going to eat and drink some water and then youâre going to get some rest, understood?â he gives a satisfied hum when you nod your head in compliance.Â
Once youâre alone, you go over his words again. Youâre important to him, thatâs what he said. It was the most clear he had ever been with his feelings towards you since you confessed your feelings when you were young.Â
As you methodically got dressed in the clothes he picked out for you, you reminisced. Memories of him were always something that made you inexplicably happy â except for one memory.
You were 14 and he was 17 at the time. Youâd known each other for your entire childhood after his mother had brought him over for a playdate despite the age difference and the fact you were closer in age to his brother.Â
He had always looked after you and taken care of you, walking you home after school and simply looking after you when your parents were busy. It was inevitable that you would grow feelings for him. You remember the way your heart would race every time you looked at him. You remember telling your friends that he was your boyfriend, hoping he wouldnât find out.
You had told him one evening when he was hanging out, having dinner with your family, that you liked him â like liked.Â
You remember how you cried into your pillow night after night when he rejected you. Told you flat out that you were an idiot and to drop it and never, ever bring it up again. That he didnât feel the same. And that was that.Â
You never brought it up again.Â
But the crush never once waned. You decided that his friendship was more important than your feelings for him so you would never let him know. And thatâs how it had been ever since.Â
Simonâs voice calling your name ripped you from your reminiscing. You tied the drawstrings of the sweats he had picked out and quickly made your way to the kitchen.Â
Simon was washing a pan by the time you arrived but he nodded to a plate he set on the counter for you. It was just a small omelet he made, complete with a light drizzle of ketchup.Â
He knew you well, you couldnât deny. You picked up the fork heâd placed on the plate for you and slowly began to eat.Â
After being sick, your stomach was painfully empty so you were happy to have something on it once again. Simon quietly finished washing the dishes he had dirtied before he placed them on the dish rack and dried his hands.Â
âUm, Simon?â you called softly, receiving a grunt in reply, âDidnât you have something going on tonight?â
âWas gonna be out the lads,â he responded, âDoesnât matter, can hang out with those idiots anytime.â
âYou shouldnât talk about your friends like that,â you said, shaking your head as you took a final bite of your omelet.
âAint my friends,â he reached down and took your plate from you, tossing it into the sink.
âSimon Riley doesnât have friends?â you asked, eyes following him as he locked up your apartment and started to turn out the lights.
âGot you,â he said as you followed him down the hall, âAll I need.â
A fond smile made its way across your face as he yanked his shirt above his head. You began to make yourself comfortable in bed, trying to keep your eyes off of him as he got dressed for bed. Despite the way you wanted to take the chance to look at him.
Friends. Thatâs what you were, you reminded yourself.Â
Finally, he climbed into bed beside you, making himself comfortable before you turned out the light.Â
Yet, despite your exhaustion from the night, you felt like you couldnât close your eyes. You felt like you couldnât relax. The tension in your body was so much that you were sore. Like you had gone to the gym instead of went to work.Â
âSimon..?â you whispered into the dark. He was silent for a second before he hummed in response, âCan IâŚtell you what happened tonight?â
He was quiet again but you felt him move, a hand blindly reaching over to you to find your hands. You took it in both of yours, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.Â
âThis stupid group of guys were sloshed beyond belief,â you began to tell him, aware of his gaze on you through the dark, âThey were just chattinâ shit, saying theyâd tip me if I showed them my tits,â he scoffed beside you, clearly displeased, âI said no and tried to leave and they wouldnât let me. One of them ripped my shirt and tried to pull my bra up so I slapped him.â
âFuckinâ bastard deserved to get his teeth knocked down his throat,â Simon growled from beside you.
âI got away and went to the staff room but my boss came in and he was so fucking angry, Si,â your voice shook as you remembered the way his face had been so red and a look of pure hate had been in his eyes, âHe grabbed my throat and pinned against the lockers. He was angry that I had struck a customer.â
âOf course thatâs all that bastard would be angry about,â Simon spit, not bothering to hide his distaste.
âI tried to tell him that I was defending myself but he saidââ your voice broke and you struggled to blink back the tears. Simon sat up a bit, pulling you into his chest, letting you curl against him, the rapid hum of his heart loud in your ear, easing you immediately, âHe said that he didnât care if they put me over the table and fucked me, he would fire me if I didnât apologize to them.â
Simonâs arms tightened around you immediately, cursing under his breath, âHe made you apologize to them?âÂ
You nod your head, âIt was so humiliating, Si. B-But I just didnât want to lose my job. They just laughed at me and made a joke of it.â
âPieces of shit,â he hisses, pressing a kiss against your temple, âThey better hope I donât find them.â
Youâd really love to see them blubbering on their knees, crying and terrified like you had been. They wouldnât be so awful in the face of a guy bigger and stronger than them â someone like Simon.Â
âI should have gone to the bar tonight,â he sighed, âEven though you told me not to, I wanted to.â
âItâs okay, Si,â you sniffle, âIâm just glad youâre here now.â
You wrap your leg around his waist and snuggle deeper into his chest, finally feeling content to sleep so long as you got to be in his arms.Â
You wake up late, well into the afternoon. Youâre groggy and struggle to pull yourself out of bed. Simon isnât in bed, so you force yourself up in search of him.Â
As you left, you noticed that the clothes you were wearing last night were gone and werenât in the laundry basket. You knew for a fact that you left them on the floor.Â
Heâs relaxing on the couch as usual. His hair is wet and you can smell your body wash wafting off of him when you crawl onto the couch beside him. He reaches a hand out and pets your head gently as a greeting.
âSleep well?â he asks. You nod your head, âHungry?â You nod again.
He huffs through his nose and stands up, pressing a fleeting kiss to the top of your head to go prepare something for you to eat. The sound of Simon bustling about the kitchen filled the apartment and you found yourself relaxing into the couch.Â
âSimon?â you called, getting to your feet to make your way to the kitchen.Â
He had his back to you as he fried up something in the pan but he hummed in response nonetheless.
âWhere did my clothes from last night go?â you ask softly.
He pauses his stirring of the food, âThrew them out. Figured you wouldnât want to see them when you woke up.â
âOh,â you respond.Â
Your heart feels full at his show of care. It was quiet actions like that that just made you feel soâŚin love, you think before correcting yourself. Fluttery. Cared for. Loved.Â
No, he doesnât love you.
You shake your head and move to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water, going to sit on the couch to wait for Simon to finish cooking.Â
The day was spent like that, just you and Simon in your flat. Him just keeping you company and keeping your mind off of things.Â
You were curled up against him, listening to the beating of his heart and watching the movie he had decided to play. It was peaceful. He smelled nice, like you. And he was so comfortable beneath you, firm and big.Â
His thighs were spread wide, one of your legs thrown over one of his, only serving to make you more aware of how big and firm he was. Solid. Well-built.Â
Handsome.
You cast a glance at his face. His brown eyes were half-lidded as he mindlessly nibbled at his bottom lip. They looked soft and shiny. You wondered what he tasted like, how he kissed.
Was he rough? Soft? Did he like to use tongue.Â
Youâd never kissed anyone before. You wondered if he would be okay with that. You knew some guys liked experienced partners and some liked them inexperienced. You wonder what he preferred.Â
Just the idea of kissing him had your heart hammering in your chest and your face burning. You quickly looked at the TV, snuggling closer to him. He squeezed you closer, hand mindlessly rubbing up and down your back.Â
Kissing SimonâŚyou pictured him over you, cupping your cheeks in the way he always does. You imagine him pressing his pretty lips against yours, moving them softly against yours. You imagine what it would feel like for him to pin you down, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you moaned and whimpered beneath him, unable to move anywhere because heâs so much bigger and stronger than you. In charge.Â
Your pussy clenches around nothing, already starting to drip into your panties. Suddenly you sit up, eyes wide and cheeks flush. Simon looks perturbed, an eyebrow raised at your sudden movement.
âIâve got to take a shower,â you shakily supply before fleeing to the safety of the bathroom.
You look at yourself in the mirror, hand over your mouth to quiet your heavy breathing.Â
What the hell was wrong with you? How the hell could you be thinking about sex and getting turned on after yesterday? How could you be thinking about Simon like that when he was right there? What the fuck was your problem?
You hastily reached over and turned the shower on, the pipes clanking loudly as the water flowed through them.Â
Shouldnât you be the opposite of horny after what happened yesterday? Maybe you really were broken.Â
You strip and quickly step into the shower, turning the water as hot as it would possibly go. You needed it to hurt so you would stop acting like such a freak. Like a slut.Â
You fight back tears as you begin to wash up.Â
By the time your shower is done, youâre exhausted again. You dry off and wrap the towel around yourself, opening the door to find Simon standing on the other side. You jump and gasp, placing a hand over your heart to calm the beating.
âYou scared me!â you whine, slipping past him to the bedroom.
âWanted to check on you,â he says, following slowly behind you, watching as you pick out clothes.
âIâm fine,â you assure him, âI just got really tired and Iâd like to turn in early, thatâs all.â
âAlright,â he replies, standing there for a second before making his way back to the door, âJust call if you need anything.â
âI will!â you offer him a smile, watching as he leaves, closing the door behind him.Â
You quickly dress and climb into bed, turning the lights out before squeezing your eyes shut to will yourself to sleep. Surprisingly, it came quickly and easily â maybe you were more tired than you thought.Â
Little did you know that Simon took the opportunity of you sleeping early to slip away and take a little 15 minute walk.Â
When you start to dream, youâre acutely aware that itâs a dream. Youâre not sure how but, you just know that youâre sleeping and none of this is real.
But god it feels real and you want it to be real so you go along with it.Â
Simon is there, youâre both in your bed. Heâs got his shirt off and heâs on top of you, kissing your neck softly. Sweetly.Â
He doesnât smell like your body wash anymore, he smells like his â a crisp, musky scent that you love so dearly. And heâs so warm against you.Â
You realize that youâre only wearing a pair of panties when his lips suddenly attach to your breast, mouthing at your nipple. His tongue swirls over the bud and it feels so good you canât help but moan.Â
âSiâŚâ you sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. He rewards you by surging up and pressing his lips against yours. He tastes vaguely like mint and itâs intoxicating. So simple, nothing special or poetic. Just mint. Simon.Â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and eagerly kiss him back. Kissing is easy, you hazily think. You just move your lips in time with his and it falls into place.Â
Simonâs hips move against yours and you cry out when you feel the hard swell of his cock press against you through his sweatpants and your panties. Heâs so hard and it's so hot even through the layers of clothes.Â
âSiâŚâ you whimper again.
âIâm here, love,â he coos, âIâve got you.â
He rocks his hips against yours and fuck, it feels good. You eagerly spread your legs and find yourself wishing that the panties werenât in the way. Youâd love to hear the sticky sound of your pussy against his cock through his sweats. Youâd love to see the stain of your slick against them, knowing that you marked him as yours like that.Â
You feel hot, that tense warmth growing in your tummy. The promise of pleasure that youâve never been able to experience. Maybe Simon could supply it. Youâre sure he could, actually, you convince yourself.
If he just keeps going, keeps rutting his hips like that, you could cum all messy in your panties. Just for him. Only for him.Â
Just as you swear itâs going to wash over you, your eyes fly open and you gasp. Your entire body feels hot and sweaty and you realize youâve thrown your blanket off of your body. The sun is shining through the window and Simon is nowhere to be seen in bed.Â
You swallow, your throat feeling painfully dry.Â
Suddenly, the bedroom door creaks open and Simon comes in with a laundry basket. He casts a glance at you and seems to relax when he realizes youâre awake.
âWas doinâ some laundry,â he explains, turning to open your drawers to begin putting the clean clothes away.
âOh,â you whisper, sounding hoarse, âThank you, Si.â
As you watch him, you realize he seems tenser than usual. You sit up and bed and watch him put the clothes away until heâs finished. He stands there for a moment before looking over his shoulder at you.
âI uh,â he clears his throat, âIâve gotta go tonight.â
âGo?â you ask, eyes going wide. You donât want him to leave, âGo where?â
âIâve got some work to take care of,â he replies, âPaperwork Iâve been puttinâ off. Gonna pull a late one to get it done.â
âI-I donât want you to go,â you confess softly, trying to blink back the tears that sting your eyes. You feel so pathetic, crying because he needs to leave. But you havenât been without him since it happened and youâre scared to be alone with just your thoughts.
âI know,â he hums, taking a seat at the foot of the bed, cupping your cheek, âIâll just be a call away, you know. If you need me, Iâll be there.â
âPromise?â you ask. He nods, teasingly pinching your cheek before you smile and bat his hand away. When he pulls it back you notice his knuckles â bruised and split open. They werenât like that last night you were sure of it, âSimonâŚâ
He catches you looking and gives you a tense smile, âDonât worry about it.â
He stands up and kisses your forehead before turning and leaving the room, leaving you to get ready for the day.Â
Thankfully, Simon remains around for the day. You notice heâs on his phone a lot more, typing away. Itâs unlike him, heâs more the type to do phone calls rather than text. When you ask him about it he just waves you off with an explanation about Soap being on his ass.Â
You have a feeling heâs lying but you donât pry.Â
Before he leaves, he makes you dinner. You walk him to the door, unable to stop the pout on your face when he puts his boots on. You canât help but wish that heâd change his mind at the last second and stay with you after all.Â
But he doesnât. He pulls his balaclava over his face and slips his hood up before turning back to you.Â
âDonât cry, love,â he coos, wiping a stray tear away, âI promise Iâll get all my work done and Iâll be all yours for a good long while.â
âOkayâŚâ you sound so miserable but you canât bring yourself to care, âIâll miss you.â
He brings you in for a hug, making sure to squeeze you nice and tight before he pulls back. He canât give you his normal kiss because of the mask and that only makes you sadder.Â
You donât want him to go. You donât want him to go. You want him to stay. You want to keep him close. He makes you feel safe. He makes you feel complete. You love him so much.Â
You hold onto his hoodie for as long as you can until he has to shake you off and close the door behind him. And you stand there for a long time. Like a puppy who's been left home alone for the first time, just waiting for its owners to come back because itâs scared itâs going to be alone forever.Â
By the time you bring yourself to leave the door, the food Simon made you is cold. That only seems to make you feel worse.Â
Then you sit on the couch and watch TV, feeling hopelessly alone. You wished you had Simon to curl into and snuggle with. The tiny couch has never felt bigger.Â
You shower and brush your teeth, pouting at the sight of his toothbrush, another reminder that he isnât there.Â
Before that night at the bar, you never would have felt so isolated without him; lonely, sure. But now that youâre experiencing this gut-wrenching emptiness, you feel close to tears every time you think about him. He was truly your rock, the only thing that brought you comfort. You loved him.
You flop against the bed and let the tears fall down your temples. You love him. You do.
Youâre so fucking in love with him that it hurts. Your heart aches in your chest. You want him there to hold you.Â
You know he doesnât feel the same, you know it will never become anything. But youâre willing to take whatever you can get. Just his company. You can be content so long as heâs with you, as long as heâs in your life.Â
But you can think about him, imagine yourself telling him how you feel. Imagine that when he holds you close that he feels the same too. That he loves you. You want him to love you so desperately.Â
You wish that he loved you.Â
You curled into his pillow, sniffling pathetically as you closed your eyes. You cry yourself to sleep.Â
Your eyes fly open and the gasp you let out changes to a sob. All you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. All you see is flashes of their faces in your head. All you can feel are their hands on you.Â
A nightmare, your brain supplies but it does nothing to quell your anxiety and fear.
You reach for Simon, instinctive and desperate. But you only touch the cold mattress and youâre reminded that he isnât home tonight.Â
You fumble through the sheets to find your phone.
Iâll just be a call away, you know. If you need me, Iâll be there.Â
He promised.
You can barely see the screen as you look for his contact. You call him, hands trembling as you hold it to your ear. It rings and rings and rings. Then beeps and goes to voicemail.
You hang up and try again. And again. And again.
He doesnât answer. Why wonât he answer? He promised.
You call him again but it goes straight to voicemail. You can practically feel your heart shatter in your chest. He was ignoring your calls. He ignored you.Â
But he had promised he would come when you needed him. And you needed him.Â
Your phone becomes completely blurry through your tears as you begin to cry in earnest. You feel hurt, betrayed, disappointed, and angry. Youâre fucking angry.Â
You suddenly need to let it out. So you take your phone in your hand and throw it, listening to it slam against the wall. Itâs loud and the light on your screen goes out. But you donât feel better. Youâre still a mess of volatile emotions. It feels like itâs all bottled up inside you and it hurts.Â
You take his pillow and grip it in your fists. You want to rip it to shreds, want to tear it open and release all your anger on it. Instead, you just slam your fists against it.Â
Then you do it again. And again. And again.Â
You punch the damned thing as you cry and cry. Youâre sure you must be a sight. You must be making so much noise as you sob and shriek.Â
You were angry at what happened to you, you were angry you had apologize to them for hurting you, you were angry because you couldnât even sleep peacefully without being plagued by a nightmare the first night you were without Simon, and you were angry he broke his fucking promise.Â
Before long, all you were doing was sobbing into his pillow â wailing and crying your broken heart out. You tire yourself out, completely exhausted of all emotions. You lay there, quietly hiccuping and sniffling, just staring into the inky darkness.Â
Youâre there for hours, unable to fall back asleep. The sun slowly creeps over the horizon and begins to cast an orange glow around the room.Â
You canât even find beauty in it. Youâre so exhausted. Your heart aches. Itâs agonizing.Â
Itâs early morning by the time you hear your front door open. You donât feel excited to see him. Youâre not happy heâs back. You donât feel anything, actually. All you can do is slowly blink, gaze focused outside the window where you can faintly hear birds chirping.Â
You wish you were a bird so you could fly away wherever you want. You would fly away from here right now if you could. You wanted to leave.Â
You didnât want to see Simon. You were so angry at him. Youâve never felt like this about him before. You donât know what to do. All you can think right now is how much you hate him.Â
God, you hate him.Â
Heâs surprisingly quiet as he walks through your apartment. You hear him push the door open, your back to him. But you can feel his eyes on you, can feel how he hovers in the doorway.Â
He wanders further into the room before pausing.Â
He rounds to your side of the bed and sees that youâre awake, simply staring out the window. He holds your phone up, screen clearly shattered before he places it on the table beside you.Â
âYou called,â he says softly, shifting anxiously on his feet. Simonâs never anxious. But he is right now, âIâm sorry I didnât answer. I was justâŚbusy. Had some unruly recruits, you know how it is.â
Your eyes finally move from the window, landing on him. Heâs wearing the same thing he was last night. Just some jeans and white t-shirt. Itâs a nice one, it fits him well and it looks comfy.Â
Simon stands there under your gaze, growing increasingly uncomfortable. Heâs not used to feeling scrutinized. And thatâs exactly what your gaze feels like.Â
Your eyes wander to a strange discoloration on his shirt. Itâs tan, just a light stain. Thereâs a tiny smear of black as well. Then you spot the red on his collar, ruby red.Â
He looks guilty. He would look like a kicked puppy if you didnât know any better. This isnât guilt because he missed your call. Heâs guilty because he was too busy getting his dick wet to answer you.Â
Thatâs why he ignored you? To fuck someone?
Youâre no longer numb. Youâre angry again. That overwhelming feeling that you have no idea how to let out. Itâs like it just boils up inside you, like a pot boiling over. It has no place to go but out.Â
Youâre moving before you even have a chance to register it. You just need to show him how angry you are. Fucking furious.Â
You grab the empty glass on your nightstand and wail it in his direction harder than you thought possible. Simon barely dodges, slamming himself against the wall as it shatters behind him.Â
Now he looks angry. Good. Maybe heâll feel a fraction of what you feel right now.Â
âAre you out of your fucking head?â he snarls, animosity dripping off of every syllable.Â
You donât even answer, grabbing a book that you have stacked there before throwing that too. Then the second book. Then the third book. Then you throw your phone at him. Then you take the lamp, rip the plug right from the wall and throw that too.Â
When youâre out of things to throw on the table you throw your pillow. Itâs when youâre about to throw his pillow that he finally has enough. He rips it from your grasp and tosses it across the room.Â
Heâs standing there, fists balled at his sides and his shoulders heaving up and down as he tries to calm himself.Â
âI hate you,â you finally spit, standing on your knees. You donât have anything to throw so you slam your hands against his chest. You hit him, crying and sobbing as you wail over and over about how you hate him. You hate him so fucking much.Â
âI hate you, I hate you, I hate you!â you scream. Youâre so loud youâre sure the neighbors can hear but you donât care. It feels good to let your anger out on him, to punch and slap and claw at his shoulders, chest, and arms. He doesnât do anything but stand there and let you. Heâd never lay a hand on you, even when youâre doing it to him, âI needed you and you were too busy fucking some stupid whore?!â
He doesnât say anything but heâs trembling now. Youâre not sure if heâs just that angry or if heâs holding himself back from wringing your neck.Â
You pause to look up at him. His jaw is set hard but heâs staring at you, his usual lazy, lidded look nowhere to be found. He looks enraged.Â
âArenât you going to say something?â you spit, raising your hand as if youâre going to slap him across the face but you stop. You donât want to do that.Â
âSay what?â he finally responds, voice so cold you swear it drops the roomâs temperature, âI have a life that doesnât revolve around you. Thatâs the difference between us. You need me but I donât need you.â
You sit back on your heels at that, the hurt clear on your face. Simon doesnât seem to care in the slightest now, as tears trickle down your face. You must look a sight, pathetically gazing up at him as he glares down at you like youâre dog shit on the bottom of his shoe.
âYou hate me?â he scoffs, âThatâs just fine. Weâll see how long you last without me before youâre hanging from a bloody rope.â
He turns on his heel at that and storms out of your room, slamming your bedroom door behind him. It practically rattles the walls. Then you hear the same thing from the front door.Â
And youâre all alone. And you canât do anything but cry about it.Â
You find it impossible to get out of bed after that. You lay there for the rest of the day. Then all night. You fitfully sleep when you canât bear to be awake anymore and then wake when the nightmares hit.Â
Then you watch the sun come up and decide that itâs a good day to spend in bed. So you do. You sleep on and off, only waking to cry when youâre plagued with nightmares.Â
You occasionally think about Simon. More than occasionally, actually. Heâs always on your mind.
You think everything over and come to the conclusion that this was all your fault. From the beginning, really. Youâd been keen on staying in his life since you were children, attached yourself to his side and weaseled your way into his life. Really, you gave him no choice but to put up with you.Â
He was everything to you. He was right, you needed him. You didnât have anyone else. No friends, no family, not even a pet. Just him. Always just him.Â
What choice did he have other than to put up with you day after day? He didnât need you like you needed him, after all. Heâd surely been spending his days in dread of you â of your texts, your calls.Â
This was probably what he was waiting for; an escape. He probably wanted to leave a long, long time ago. You were in love with him and he wanted nothing to do with you.Â
What were you thinking? Actually believing that he would want to spend his days with you, taking care of you. Who were you kidding, you were just an idiot for letting yourself believe otherwise.Â
You wake up one day and realize youâre not angry anymore. Just sad. You almost prefer the anger and emptiness compared to the unending waves of sadness.Â
You cry all the time. Day and night.Â
You try to use your phone, you want to call him but itâs broken. The screen wonât even turn on. Youâre completely alone, canât even contact somebody â not that you have anyone but him.Â
God, that was embarrassing now that you thought about it. There he was going out and getting laid and youâve been holding out for him since you were a kid.Â
Youâre suddenly aware of the fact you havenât showered in days. Youâve barely eaten, only getting up once or twice to find something to nibble on in the kitchen â a slice of bread is what you usually settle on.Â
You pry yourself up from your mattress and stumble to the bathroom. The clanging of pipes is louder than itâs ever been but the hot water is completely welcome.Â
When you stand there, under the burning heat that makes your skin raw, you slowly sink to the shower floor. You havenât cleaned it in a while but you canât bring yourself to care.Â
You let yourself cry again, since itâs all you can do. By the time youâre done, the water is running cold and you stand up to quickly wash yourself with soap so you can at least be clean for the next few days until you can bring yourself to shower again.Â
Itâs when youâre crawling into bed that it suddenly dawns on you that you donât have a job. You hadnât shown up to your shift in days. And you donât have Simon anymore.Â
Panic takes shape and you realize you canât relax. If you donât find a job soon youâre going to be on your ass and homeless by next month.Â
You haul yourself out of bed and begin rooting through your drawers for something to wear.Â
Maybe you can go back to the bar and beg for your job back. Youâll do anything if you have to.Â
Youâre going to prove to yourself and to Simon that youâll make it without him â and you wonât end up hanging from a fucking rope.Â
The sunlight practically burns your skin from not feeling it in a while. Winter is coming in and itâs already damn cold out and you can see your breath. But you ignore it, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself as you book it for the bar.Â
Youâre filled with utter dread as soon as you open the door. Thereâs a couple patrons already drinking and you wonder what day it is.Â
You look around, searching for your old boss. Heâs nowhere on the floor so you make your way to the staff room and ultimately his office in the very back.Â
You only realize youâre trembling when you raise your hand to knock on the door. But you bite back your fear when youâre reminded that you need the job. You need it.Â
âEnter,â you hear his chilling voice call. You take a breath and push the door open. He freezes the second he lays eyes on you, he sports a black eye and a busted lip, âYou.âÂ
âM-Mr. Dawson,â you shakily whisper, âI-I know I havenât showed up in a few days and Iâm really sorry butââ
âYou want your job back,â he finishes, tossing his head back to laugh, âYou want your fucking job back? After you sent that fucking lunatic here?â
âSent whoâŚ?â you ask softly, willing your knees to stop quaking.Â
âThat asshole in the skull mask. Beat the shit out of me and my blasted customers. You think Iâm going to let you back in after that?â he laughs again, âYouâre out of your fucking mind, you dumb bitch.â
You wince at the insult, âI-I didnât send him. H-He was a friend of mine and he did it on his own butââ
âYou can have your job back,â he says suddenly, making you freeze, âIf you come over here and bend over my desk for me.â
âWhat..?â you ask softly, watching him sit back and lick his lips as his eyes raked down your body.
âYou heard me,â he snickers, âBend over my desk and let me fuck you and Iâll let you have your job back.â
Granted, for a second, you think about it. You really do. To just let him do it. But you canât. You know you can't, you would never do that to yourself.Â
âN-No,â you find yourself whispering, âI wonât do thatâŚâ
His smile fades quickly when you say that and his lip curls in disgust and anger, âShould have let those blokes take you out back and leave you bloody in the alleyway like you deserve.â
You leave with your head hanging low and find yourself standing on the street, fighting tears. You only feel worse than before you went in.Â
When you get home, you stand there and cry. Thatâs all youâve been doing lately, crying. At this rate, Simonâs prophecy is going to come true and youâre going to be hanging from a damn rope. It sounds nice right about now, actually. Anything to stop the horrific pain that you feel.Â
You crawl back into bed and donât get back up that night. Or the next day.Â
The only thing that gets you up the day after that is a painful twang in your stomach. You stumble your way to the kitchen and pull out the loaf of bread youâve been nibbling at but frown when you see some pieces have begun to mold.Â
You take a look in the fridge, finding it painfully empty. The vegetables and fruits that were in there have gone bad now. The meat you had bought was all used up from when Simon cooked. You didnât even have any cup ramens because you opted to not buy any last time.Â
So you resort yourself to tearing the moldy parts off the bread and eating what's left.Â
As you stand there, you realize you feel so tired. Like your legs canât hold you up, so you allow yourself to sink to the floor, back leaning against the cabinet.Â
You almost want to laugh at yourself over what youâve become. Eating moldy bread on the kitchen floor and crying to yourself.Â
You place the bread in the refrigerator in hopes that that will stop its rotting process but you donât have much hope.Â
Then, youâre back in bed. And youâre so exhausted. Itâs impossible to keep your eyes open any longer. So you sleep.Â
But then you have another nightmare. You canât even remember what it was about, youâre too exhausted to even jolt awake like you usually do.Â
Instead, your eyes open and theyâre already filled with tears before you even get the chance to register the fact youâre awake.Â
So you lay like that. For a long time. Just staring at nothing. The tears stop on their own and youâre left exhausted as usual. Itâs become your default state and you begin to wonder if youâre going to feel this broken and hurt forever.Â
You zone out, letting your mind go hazy and erase all thoughts from it.Â
You donât even hear your front door open. Donât hear the boots on the floor. Donât hear your bedroom door open.Â
You hear a call of your name and that gets your attention. But you donât hear anything else.Â
Your imagination? You donât have a lamp anymore to turn on. Youâd thrown it at Simon and it broke.
Suddenly, light floods your bedroom and you bolt up in bed. A large, familiar figure blocks your doorway, a silhouette against the now illuminated hallway.Â
He calls your name again and your heart skips a beat.Â
âSi?â you whisper, choking on a sob when he steps further into the room.Â
Heâs got you gathered up in his arms faster than you can think. Heâs so warm and it feels so good to have him in your arms again. You wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him â hold him so fiercely that youâre worried you may actually break him.Â
âShh,â he coos into your ear, âItâs alright, everythingâs alright.â
âS-SimonâŚâ you canât help but wail, clawing at the back of his hoodie as if you can feel him any closer than he already was.Â
âIâm here,â he sighs, kissing the top of your head, âIâm here. Itâs okay. Shit, just let it out. I fucked up, sweetheart, I did. Just breathe and weâll make everything better, alright?â
âIâm sorry,â you find yourself apologizing through tears, âI-I donât hate you, Si. I donât, I promise. I-I was just mad. Iâm sorry I was mean.â
âYou donât have anything to apologize for,â he consoles you, cupping the back of your head as you sob, âIâm the one who fucked everything up. It was a fuckinâ mistake.â
You canât even formulate a response, too choked up with your cries that you let out into the soft cotton of his hoodie. You feel nothing but relief at having him in your arms again, youâre almost scared that heâs going to disappear if you let go.Â
But he stays there, shushing you and occasionally kissing the top of your head as he rocks you back and forth on the bed.Â
Before long, your cries finally quiet and youâre left curled up against him, quietly sniffling to yourself. His grip on you remains firm, unwilling to let you go.Â
After several, long minutes, he finally speaks, âWhy donât you go wash up, hm? Nice, hot, shower. Iâll fix you up some food, sound good?â
You sniffle and blearily look up at him, your lashes sticking together from your dried tears, âI donât have anything.â
âIâll make you some ramen cups,â he responds.Â
He doesnât like them being part of your diet but it seems he was willing to overlook it just this once so could get something on your stomach.Â
âDonât have any,â you sound completely congested as you talk, sitting up a little to wipe your cheeks.
âNone?â he asks, keeping his hands on your body even as you move off of his lap.Â
You shake your head, âI didnât buy any last time I went shopping.â
âWhat the hell have you been eating then?â he mumbles, slowly standing up from the bed.Â
You wince when you hear his knees and back pop from the movement, âI havenât had much of an appetite but Iâve got some breadâŚâ
Simon is silent after that, nonsensically looking around the room, seemingly taking stock of what's around him. Then he sighs, running a hand through his cropped hair before patting you on the head.
âIâll order then,â he assures you, âGo ahead and shower, yeah?â
You do as youâre told, eager to wash the drying tears off of your face and hopefully wash away the lingering sadness. You know that you and Simon have a lot to talk about, but you figure it can wait until youâre both mentally prepared for it.Â
You feel more refreshed than you have in days when you step out of the shower. You feel a surge of anxiety in your chest when you think maybe he had left while you were showering but when you pause to really listen, you can hear him shuffling about the flat.Â
When you slip into your bedroom, youâre shocked to see that your bed has been completely stripped. He also swept up the broken remnants of the glass and lamp you had thrown at him and picked up the books. He had picked up some scattered pieces of clothes and put them in the laundry basket where they belonged.Â
You get yourself dressed and place your dirty clothes in the basket so you donât undo the work that Simon had done.Â
You hear a knock on your door and it makes you jump but Simon quickly answers it. He calls your name to let you know the food has arrived and you quickly make your way to the kitchen.Â
Heâs methodically separating the food he had ordered into two separate groups, clearly having ordered for himself as well.Â
It smells positively delicious and you find your mouth watering as your stomach growls.Â
You turn to the fridge, opening it to grab a bottle of water out of it. You notice that the loaf of bread you had in there is gone, most likely thrown out by Simon when he realized it was moldy.
You feel your cheeks burn in shame when you imagine him knowing that you had been eating moldy bread because you couldnât afford to buy groceries â although, even if you had all the money in the world, you were sure you wouldnât have felt like going out to get any. You wouldnât have been able to order since youâd broken your phone.Â
You open the styrofoam tray and immediately start devouring the chicken tenders he had ordered for you. It was simple, easy, and tasty. He clearly didnât want to order you anything too hefty given the fact youâve been existing on bread.Â
He had a burger, taking slow bites of it and occasionally nibbling at his fries. You took the opportunity to look him over.Â
He honestly looked the same as ever. He didnât have dark circles or bags under his eyes like you did. He didnât have red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes from crying for days. For some reason that made a pang of resentment surge through you. He seemed completely unbothered by everything that had happened. Unbothered, even.Â
His words ring out through your head like a bell.Â
âWeâll see how long you last without me before youâre hanging from a bloody rope.â
Tears sting the back of your eyes again but you bite them back, choosing to take a bite of your french fries. You realize now that you can hear the washing machine going. Clearly, he had put your bedding in there to wash.Â
Maybe he was right, you couldnât survive without him. Couldnât even wash your own damn laundry.Â
âWhatâs goinâ on in that head of yours?â he interrupts your self-deprecating thoughts.Â
âOh, um,â you scramble to think of what to say. Something not depressing or something that could upset him, âI was just wondering what youâve been up to these few days!â
You try your hardest to sound chipper and interested. Youâre positive he doesnât buy the act in the slightest from the soft, pained look he gives you. But he thankfully plays along. Youâre grateful because you donât want to cry again.
âI was uh,â he cleared his throat and took a sip of water, âI was on base, actually. Nothinâ interesting, really. What, uh, what about you?â
You feel your smile falter and you look down at your food, âNothing interesting. Tried to get my job back but that was a bust,â you chuckled, playing it off like a goofy anecdote, âTurns out your ex-boss doesnât like when he gets beat to shit because of you!â
Simon drops his burger into his tray and his nonchalant expression turns sour in half a second, âYou tried to go back to work at that shithole? Why the fuck would you do that? You know itâs not good for you!â
All over again, you feel your body flush with anger, and youâre shouting at him before you know it, âWhat the fuck was I supposed to do, Simon?! You left and I had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do without you. I assumed you were gone forever,â you voice pathetically broke but you ignored it, tearfully glaring at him, âAll you said was that I was gonna end up killing myself and I was doing everything in my power to prove you wrong.â
âYou should have known me better than that!â he shouted, slamming his hands on the countertop, âI never would have left youââ
âThatâs exactly what you did!â you shriek, pointing an accusing finger at him, âYou left me! You ignored me when I needed you to go get laid and then left like I was nothing to you! Look at you for fuckâs sake, Iâm a fucking wreck and you look like you couldnât have fared better! I almost let that scumbag fuck me just to get my fucking job back, Simon! All because you left me.â
For once in his life, Simon seems utterly lost for words. The only sound in the small kitchen was the steady dripping of your leaky sink and youâre stuttering, sharp breaths as you force yourself to not break down all over again.Â
âI should have known you better?â you whisper, resting your hands on the countertop, hanging your head so you can catch your breath, âApparently I should have. Maybe then I would have known better to depend on you like that.â
Simon stands there, across the counter from you but feeling like he was miles away. You could hear his breathing stutter every few seconds, like he was gearing up to say something but he seemingly changed his mind every time.Â
The washing machine jingle rang through the apartment and he immediately stepped away.Â
Typical. Simon was never the type to truly let himself be emotionally vulnerable so there was no reason for you to expect it now.Â
With him out of the room, you took the chance to wind yourself down, taking a few more bites of your tenders. You could hear Simon moving the laundry to the dryer, slamming it closed before turning it on.Â
But he doesnât reappear, evidently hiding out in the tiny room off the kitchen where your washer and dryer were. He was probably collecting himself just like you. But he appears a second later, lingering out of the corner of your eye. You can see him looking at you but you canât bear to look back at him.
âI didnâtâŚâ he pauses, taking a breath, âI wasnâtâŚâ he lets out a sound of frustration before he tries again, âI wasnât okay while I was gone.âÂ
He doesnât say anything more. It was evident that that was all he was willing to give up in the moment. But you want more from him, you need more.Â
âI donât know how Iâm supposed to get past this, Simon,â you whisper, âEverythingâs so fucked up. Iâm fucked up.â
âI am too,â he says softly, drumming his fingers against the counter, âWeâll fix it.â
His assurance marks the end of the conversation and you both resume eating the dinner he had ordered. But itâs silent and neither of you make an attempt to fill it.Â
Once the food is eaten, you take a seat on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest as Simon takes your laundry basket from your bedroom and puts the clothes in the washer.Â
Your eyelids feel heavy and you wish so desperately that you could crawl into bed and sleep. You suddenly realize that you have no idea what time it is.Â
âSimon?â you call out when you catch him passing by. He stops at your calling, raising an inquisitive brow, âWhat time is it?â
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, unlocking it so he can see, â9:20.â
âOhâŚâ you respond, tucking your head back into your knees.Â
Simon walks away at that and you briefly wonder what heâs doing now. But your eyelids are so heavy and youâre finding it so hard to think clearly.Â
Youâre pulled from your sleep a soft hand petting over your head. Your eyes slowly drift open and youâre met with Simonâs sweet, brown eyes.Â
âMade your bed,â he says so softly, thumbing over your cheek, âGo ahead and get some proper sleep.â
You nod your head and sit up, briefly wondering how you managed to flop over on your side without waking up. Simon takes your hands and helps you to your feet.
You stumble down the hallway and immediately toss yourself onto your bed. You donât even bother to crawl under the blanket, simply drop your head onto the pillow and let sleep overcome you.Â
When you wake up next, itâs from a nightmare. You gasp into consciousness, eyes wide open in the inky blackness of your bedroom. Your heart pounds in your ears and you find yourself panting, trying to stabilize yourself.Â
A heavy weight tosses itself over your middle and you almost panic before you smell Simonâs cologne. Immediately, you relax and sink back into the bed.Â
âYouâre okay,â he whispers, voice thick with sleep, âIâve got you.â
âI want it to stop,â you find yourself whispering, feeling so utterly exhausted, âThe nightmares.â
Simon tugs you over to him, tucking you securely against his chest, his arm like a heavy weight draped across your abdomen, âWeâll get you fixed up.â
As you close your eyes and sink into his embrace, all you can think is that you should have never been broken in the first place.Â
You finally sleep through the night but you wake up feeling far from refreshed. Whatâs most shocking is that youâre still wrapped up in Simonâs arms â and heâs still asleep. The sun is well risen now, he should have been up and about a while ago. He never strays from his schedule.
You find yourself staring at him. It wasnât often that you got the chance to see him so peaceful. His lashes were so long, brushing his cheeks. You rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart and the deep sound of his breathing. Your eyes slowly drift closed again and you let yourself drift off to sleep once more.Â
When you wake up next, itâs because Simon is trying to carefully move you off of his chest so he can get up. You whine and find yourself clinging to him again.
âDidnât mean to wake you,â he mutters, settling back against the headboard. He wraps his arms around you and lets you melt against him again, your head resting against his chest.
âYou slept late,â you find yourself commenting.
âYeah, uh,â he clears his throat and softly rubs your back, âI havenât had the chance to sleep much. Base is pretty loud.â
You want to mention that itâs never been a problem for him before but you bite it back. Instead, you hum in response.Â
As youâre left in the still quietness of the late morning with him, you realize that you still have no idea how you feel about him. You donât know how you feel about him being back. On one hand, youâve missed him so, so dearly and you feel so complete with him by your side. You feel safer and more whole, like you could actually start healing again.Â
But on the other hand, there feels like thereâs a wall separating you two. The fight you two had is a heavy weight that seems to continuously pull you under the water despite how hard you fight to resurface for air.Â
You love him, you really do.Â
But youâre still so angry at him.Â
And it feels like neither of you are going to actually talk about it properly.Â
The two of you eventually make it out of bed and get moving around. You still donât have any groceries but Simon simply orders something for breakfast again.
âSomethinâ I need to ask you,â he says, suddenly terrifyingly serious as the two of you stand in the kitchen eating.
Anxiety flares through you but you try to appear calm and cool, âAbout?â
âYou said that,â he takes a second to collect himself, seemingly searching for the right words, âYou almost slept with that guy for your job back.â
Your heart dropped to your stomach, âYeahâŚwhat about it?âÂ
Simon paused when he heard the defensiveness in your voice, âYou really almost did that?â
You frown, âSo what? I can do what I want, Simon.â
He sighs softly, holding his hands up, âIâm not tryinâ to fight, love.â
âI donât know why itâs your business,â you mumble, using annoyance to hide the shame you feel, âI just needed a job is all.â
He nods, âYou donât need to worry about that, alright. Iâve got you.â
You take a bite of your sandwich, intent on trying to take the attention off of you, âThereâs something I wanted to ask you too.â
âGo ahead,â he says softly, sipping on the drink he ordered â some kind of soda if you had to guess.
âThat nightâŚâ you start, pausing when you notice the way he stiffens immediately. He plays it off by going back to his food, âYou, um, you left to hook up with someone, right?â
He places his sandwich down and sighs, âYeah.â
â...Why?â you finally ask, âI meanâŚâ
You trail off and Simon remains silent. The tension is so thick you could practically see it between the two of you. Your heart hammers in your chest, anxiety steadily festering the longer heâs quiet. You think he isnât going to respond at all and start to give up, hanging your head.Â
âI wasnât thinking clearly,â he finally says, âIt was aâŚlast minute choice and it shouldnât have happened.â
He says it but you donât feel any relief. That concrete weight on your chest isnât eased in the slightest. Itâs an excuse, something heâs saying to get you off his back. And that doesnât feel good.
âI umâŚâ you clear your throat to get rid of the way it sounds thick, âIâm sorry for that time, by the way. When I was throwing things and I-I hit you. I shouldnât have done that, it was wrong of me. So, Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â he says softly, shrugging his shoulders dismissively, âYou were upset.â
âSimonâŚâ you mumble, food completely forgotten in front of you, âI want to talk. About everything,â Simon seems annoyed immediately but he tries to hide it. You know him too well for that, though, âI-It was a lot and I think we should talk about it â really talk about it.â
He says your name exasperatedly, turning to open the fridge so he can put his leftover food inside before he slams the door. âI donât want to talk about anything.â
âBut I do,â you say, following him as he storms out of the kitchen, âYou said some really mean shit, Si. I want to talk about it!â
He storms into the bedroom, slamming it open as he busies himself with picking up inside. You can tell heâs uncomfortable and simply trying to take his mind off of it. But youâre not going to let him avoid it.
âI donât,â he snaps, final and harsh.
âI do!â you argue again, âI-I want to know why you said that to me. I want to know how you couldââ
âFuck sake!â he hisses through clenched teeth, ripping his hoodie off of a chair he had tossed it onto.Â
He pushes past you, tugging it over his head. You follow him out of the room, watching with wide eyes as he picks up his mask from the coffee table. He tugs it on, painfully silent as he fits it into place.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you finally ask when he gets to the door, slipping his boots on with a grunt, âWhere are you going?â
âOut.â he growls, jerking the door open so hard it rattles on its hinges.
âDonât run from me, Simon!â you cry, grabbing hold of his sleeve to keep him from stepping out, âAre you ever going to tell me you're sorry? Are you ever going to look in my eyes and tell me that you're sorry for what you said to me? For leaving me? Or are you just going to do it again?âÂ
You canât fight the tears as you cry out, trying to tug him back into the apartment. But he gives you one final look before he rips his arm from your grasp and slams the door in your face. Youâre left alone again, frustrated, sad and utterly confused.Â
You wished he would stop leaving.Â
You decide to stay up a little later than you had lately, waiting for him to come home. The oven clock read a little past midnight when you finally called it and crawled into bed. Tugging his pillow to your side, you wrapped yourself around it and tried to imagine that it was him in your arms again. Closing your eyes, you will yourself to fall asleep, no matter how much you want to stay up and wait.Â
Youâre jostled awake by the weight shifting on the bed. Your eyes flutter open as it creaked under the additional weight. You know itâs Simon, even though your back is to him. He remains silent, clearly trying not to wake you and unaware that he already has.Â
The heat radiates off of him in waves, comforting and nice. But despite that, you feel tears welling up until they finally trickle down your cheeks. You can hear Simonâs soft breathing and you can feel him shift every once in a while as he tries to sleep.Â
âI canât do this, Simon,â you find yourself whispering. Itâs quiet but you know he hears it, âI want to feel better again. I want to stop being so fucking angry at you but you wonât let me. You just leave me again and I want you to stop. I wantâŚâ you suck in a breath and find yourself struggling to continue, simply dissolving into cries. You quiet them as best you can into your pillow.
Simon is painfully silent and still. Youâre positive heâs not going to say anything. Heâs going to pretend to sleep so he can avoid talking about it because thatâs what he does best â avoid. When things get too hard or emotional, he avoids it like the plague.Â
You suppose itâs from the way he grew up. A mamaâs boy who was punished by his father for showing any kind of emotional vulnerability. It led to him being terrified of it as an adult â he refuses to let himself show that kind of weakness, even to someone who means something to him. And you know that you do â mean something to him, that is.Â
âIâm sorry,â he finally whispers, just an echo in the darkness of the room. But it draws you to silence, âIâm sorry,â he repeats, voice thick with emotion, âFor what I said to you and for the way I acted that night. I fucked up, I know. It never should have happened. What I said should have neverââ he lets out a heavy breath, âI never should have said it.â
You roll over, blinking the tears out of your eyes, which tumble down your cheeks. With a sniffle, you scoot closer to him, his warmth welcome and comforting. He opens his arms for you, letting you situate yourself against him. You rest your head against his shoulder, letting your hand rest against his chest. His own hand comes up to take it in his, bringing it up to press a kiss to your knuckles.Â
âYou meanâŚâ he trails off again but you remain patient, knowing itâs difficult for him to fight through his desire to flee, âYou mean a lot to me. I never want to lose you. YouâreâŚimportant.â
You nuzzle your head against him, a silent acceptance of his apology. He kisses the top of your head and pulls you more firmly against him.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers again for good measure.
He didn't look you in the eyes and tell you he was sorry but he did the best he could. In the inky blackness of your bedroom, as you shared a bed, and he held you so sweetly, he finally said what you needed to hear. And that's truly all you could ask for.
PART TWO.
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toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that heâs âiffyâ about.
you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying âfuck you donât talk to me weâre doneâ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.
rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something
rafe <3: like iâm racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and thatâs all i can come up with
rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like thatâs crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didnât
rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasnât me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK
rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.
rafe <3: nah itâs cool actually iâm gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.
you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didnât want to deal with it right now. this wasnât your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.
three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.
you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.
sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe
you couldnât help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said âwe argued.â you didnât get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.
you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.
rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)
you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too
rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and iâll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. canât wait to see you baby
you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. youâd facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. heâd ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.
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y/n and matt being the hottest couple for 4 minutes straight
matt sturniolo x influencer!reader
summary: hot moments caught on camera between matt and his girlfriend
warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, i think thatâs it
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âhey baby will you film a tiktok with me?â you asked, lifting your head off of mattâs chest. it was a simple lip sync video to âspin bout uâ by drake. matt replied with a small nod before ushering the two of you over to his desk chair, placing you on his lap. you sent him a smile of gratitude.
matt wrapped his arms around you pulling you deeper into his chest. his head rested on your shoulder from behind. your phone was propped up on a random drink bottle, and you could feel mattâs eyes on you as you set up a good angle. his gaze was set on your face through the screen in front of him. a slight smirk could be found on his lips.
when the sound was heard you both easily remembered the words and began to sing along.
put hands on you in the past
insecure because your body is precious
mattâs hands began to roam from your abdomen to trail down the sides of your thighs. you glanced back at him slightly to see a devious look on his face.
four words when i think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty
both of your focuses were back on your phone screen for only a second before you found each others eyes.
eight words then i think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
you looked up at matt through your lashes before your hand reached around to play with his hair. the playful look in his eyes was replaced with a seductive one, not going unnoticed by your fans.
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today you decided to get ready and do your makeup while on a live stream. this wasnât uncommon. you often went live when you were by yourself or bored. it felt like a facetime call with your friends. you spent a majority of the time answering questions or talking about your day thus far.
matt walked into your house and upon hearing your talking he assumed you were on a phone call. he made his way to your room to find you sitting in front of your mirror. he quickly walked to you and placed his hands on your shoulders to greet you.
his mouth found your neck soon after and began placing short pecks on it. âhi baby. i missed you.â he said in between kisses. a blush took over your face in no time. you hoped the live stream viewers didnât catch on to the needy tone in mattâs voice.
your comments came flying in. all talking about mattâs actions. âmatt. iâm live.â you got out as fast as you could.
his head quickly popped up to notice the placement of you phone only to put his head hidden back into your shoulder with a groan of faked annoyance. you laughed at his actions. âiâm sorry. i didnât know.â he drug out, causing you to laugh even harder.
you spent the next 5 minutes covering up the red mark forming on your neck.
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you had finally convinced matt to go to one of taraâs parties. he missed out on her one million party and you were destined to make sure he had a fun at this one.
with the help of nick and chris you were able to hype him up enough. you went as far as giving him little incentives if he reached certain time stamps throughout the night. matt wasnât complaining about this in the slightest. what you both were unaware of though, was that tara had multiple people filming her party that night.
âwill you come dance with me?â you asked matt as you slid your hands up his chest. he wasnât going to deny his girl a dance. any chance to be close to you was enough for him.
matt kept a comforting hand on your lower back as he directed you both through seas of drunk partygoers. his hands found your waist as you both moved to the rhythm of the song playing.
âyou look beautiful. iâm so in love with you.â matt had said while leaning into your ear. it was hard to hear what he was saying over the loud music.
âthank you for coming. iâm glad youâre having a good time.â you responded in the same manner. the song changed and you began to slowly grind into matt at the new tempo. mattâs grip tighten on you and you ran your hands through his hair and down his neck.
tara posted her video a week after the party and at this point most occurrences were put to the back of your head. almost instantly you and matt were being tagged in endless videos of you two throughout the night. a fan favorite was you guys dancing together.
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On your blog you've talked about dealing with chronic as a result from the stress of masking your autism.
It's a bit of a different situation, but my little sister (who we've begun to suspect has adhd) has been experiencing chronic pain in her arms and legs. I may be totally off base, but I was wondering if a similar stess might potentially be a factor in her pain.
If you're willing, would you mind talking about how your pain affected before you found a way to manage it (I tried searching your tumblr, but not much came up, so sorry if I'm asking a question that's already been answered)?
Thanks either way, I love your books. Love is real!
sure buckaroo GOOD QUESTION. i have had chronic pain in some form or another for LONG TIME in a number of STRESS RELATED WAYS. in past it has been cracking teeth from clenching dang jaws while i sleep and things like that, but a few years ago it was FULL ON BODY PAIN AND TIGHTNESS like every muscle was clenching up. went to the doctor over and over all kinds of dang specialists and it was very difficult to figure out what was going on. eventually landed on a sort of nebulous trot of STRESS but i can get more specific.
there are several things about me that you would never know just from looking or even talking to me for long times. i am a bi buckaroo, i am a non-dysphoric trans buckaroo, i am an autistic buckaroo. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE THINGS IS EITHER HIDDEN AUTOMATICALLY OR I AM SUCH AN EXPERT AT HIDING THAT IT IS SECOND NATURE
autism presents its trot in many ways, so my words do not apply to all, but my version is EXTREME ORGANIZATION AND ENDLESS WORK ETHIC. in way of freud (which is a silly way but sometimes good for symbolism talk) i have what you would call an OVERDEVELOPED SUPER EGO which is a double edged sword. i can write 100s of books at an incredible pace, but also feel like my body is constantly collapsing in on itself
this is not really something i consciously think about much, but eventually these health problems started creeping up. it was all from carrying this mystery tension in my body, because while it feels EASY for me to mask i believe all that tension goes somewhere and it stores up and stores up and stores up.
so i think the HEALTHY way that i have found to deal with this (i think of it as releasing the steam valve a bit so the boiler does not break down) is ART. this space where i am allowed to be CHUCK TINGLE and write without obsessing over the spelling or punctuation, or to loudly express my queerness, or explore gender, and to let my neurotypical mask down DIRECTLY RELIEVES my chronic pain because it literally makes my muscles relax.
when i started out this ARTISTIC TROT as chuck i used a LOT of metaphor to keep my privacy, with different words or different versions of people for different things, and buckaroos found this very funny. as a way to express myself artistically i also liked this metaphor trot a lot, but i have also found that the LESS metaphor i paint over my life as chuck, the better it is for my health. if you have noticed, i talk less about some of the parts of my life that were metaphors, or maybe you have seen that my voice has relaxed a bit in interviews, or that i carry myself a little differently over time, this is partially why. (there is another artistic reason that was a planned trot from the beginning and it has to do with my feelings as a young autistic buckaroo of not fitting in on this timeline, but we can dive into that later).
anyway, as PRACTICAL ADVICE i would say that FINDING A SPACE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF WITHOUT FEAR OR MASKING has been the number one trot for me. that can be a pink bag over your head writing hundreds of erotic shorts, or that can be just laying on the ground howling your heart out, or doing whatever stim you need to do.
i will also say that ONCE I REALIZED IT WAS MUSCLE TENSION getting a physical therapist helped a lot. because there are two sides, you have to start releasing steam from the steam valve, but at the same time youve also gotta start HEALING THE DAMAGE. so i think stretching and techniques like that can be very helpful.
hope that helps buckaroo LOVE IS REAL
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â Ë・â๨ŕ§Ë Florida is One Hell of a Drug - [Part 2]
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⼠pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
⼠chapter two synopsis: lando hard launched his status as a girl dad, throwing all the fans into a loop. hopefully this visit to the miami gp will bring you closer two together as co-parents
⼠smau + written - fc: girls on pinterest + madison beer for paparazzi pics - none of the pictures are mine
⼠warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!
⼠a/n: I'm literally honored that y'all have been enjoying this series. sorry it took me so long to write this part/chapter!
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alexandra_saintmleux she's so cute đĽş
logansargeant I'll take a babysitting shift đââď¸
oscarpiastri I'm the favorite uncle piss off
logansargeant chill damn
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Things between you and Lando were still pretty awkward. After all, if someone asked the two of you the night you hooked up where youâd be in a year, a flight to Miami with your newborn baby would not be your answer. You didnât trust him very much yet, but who could blame you? You expected him to do everything in his power to stay away from you and Camila. But here he was, flying the two of you out to watch him race. Lando really wanted to prove to you that he was all in. That he wasnât going to take off running the minute things got hard for you two as co-parents.Â
You were extremely grateful that Oscar and Lily were on the same jet as you. This made the atmosphere not too uncomfortable. Lily was rocking Camila in her arms as her and Oscar talked a little about Mark Webber. You debated whether you should jump into their conversation after having an extensive f1 research night with your best friend the day before, but you decided to just sit in silence.
You caught Lando staring at you and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long flight.
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He scanned the keycard to a nice suite in the same hotel the grid was staying in.
"This will be your room," he said, wandering inside. "Don't worry about where Camila will sleep, the hotel provided a crib."
"Thank you," you said genuinely. He was trying to be thoughtful.
"If you need anything, you have my number." Lando said before leaving the room.
You sat on the edge of your bed and pulled out your phone to check your notifications.
They already found you? And they thought you were a wag? Damn the paparazzi is quick.
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-Race Day-
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The last 20 laps of the race were driving you absolutely insane. You watched closely as Lando started to pull away from Max second by second. Your leg was shaking and you wondered why this was so nerve racking.
19 laps left. 18 laps left. 15 laps left. 10 laps left. 5 laps left.
1 lap left.
The crowd and garage erupted with cheers as Lando crossed the line in P1. You heard him screaming on the radio and couldn't help but smile. Lando Norris, the father of your daughter, is now a Formula 1 race winner.
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user8 his gf is so pretty
user10 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
user5 babe wake up Lando just hard launched his status as girl dad
user7 HE'S NOT THE STEP DAD HE'S THE DAD THAT STEPPED UPP
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user2 never change, mclaren admin
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user9 lets go lando, lando is ok
user11 lets go lando, he is here to stay!!!
user4 he has a daughter đĽş
user12 my heart belongs to the dads of the grid
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âLando, great race. How does it feel to not only get your first win but have your daughter and partner here with you?"Â
âOh uhm, sheâs not my partner.â he pressed his lips together. âBut, yeah it feels great. Itâs been a long time coming but we finally got the win. I hope I made my daughter and the fans proud today.â
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yourusername logan got me a bouquet 𼰠oh also oscar got camila some stuff too
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logansargeant @/oscarpiastri look who's the favorite uncle now
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user4 the girls are fightinggg
user3 she made her account public again yay <3
user9 ok but that's so cute :(
user8 loscar as uncles >>>
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You and Lando walked through the sliding doors of the 5 star hotel you were staying at.
"Some of the other drivers and I are gonna go out tonight if you'd like to come? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." he rubbed the back of his neck.
You nodded towards Camila who was in your arms as a silent "I have to take care of her."
He pulled his phone out quickly, âIâm sure I can find someone who can-â
âNo, it's ok. Go enjoy yourself.â you said, shaking your head and pushing his phone back down. âNot too much, though. Donât want you ending up with another unplanned kid.â Â
The comment took Lando aback but drew a laugh out of him.
âIâll see you tomorrow. Congrats on your win.â you smiled, walking back to your room.
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Later that night you laid down in your hotel room bed, scrolling through your feed. Dozens of pictures and videos of Lando popped up. Camila made a squealing noise in the portable crib beside you.
"I know, right?" you said to her with a laugh.
You stared at one picture that he looked particularly good in. You couldn't pretend like he wasn't attractive.
"Alright," you sighed, and placed your phone down. "Goodnight, mija." you leaned over, kissed her forehead, and switched off the bedside lamp.
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Bend Over
Javier PeĂąa x afab!reader || W/C: 4.8k
Summary: Your dresser craps out on you. Your boyfriend, Javier, comes with you to IKEA to buy a new one. Then, he fucks you on it.
Content/Warnings: I think you know what you guys are getting into based on the summaryđ. Reader is able-bodied. Slight implied physical descriptors Javi is taller than reader, and the IKEA dresser is slightly bigger/taller than you (everything else is neutral - no size descriptions - ex. "your form", etc.). Pet names (good girl, querida, cariĂąo, baby, baby girl, mama, mi amor). Implied that reader knows Spanish. A little allusion to our favorite contractor, Joel Miller (blink and youâll miss it). SMUT 18+ MDNI. Public sexual activity (exhibitionism). Finger fucking. Edging. Slight undertones of BDSM dynamics. Javiâs filthy mouth. Thigh riding. Hickey/marking. P in V unprotected sex. Choking. Breeding kink (Iâm not sorry). Cum play. Anal play. Brief pussy licking + rimming. Allusion to further sexual activity. I thiiiink thatâs it⌠let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: HIII IâM BACK! I went to ikea to buy a new dresser. And the thots between @javierpena-inatacvest and I ran wild. So, this was born.đš Also, I no longer have a tag list, but I teased this story TWICE in some WIP tag games, and a few of you were giving me so much love and wanting me to let you know when this story was posted, so Iâm adopting the tag list (at da bottom) one last time to say how much I love you all. 𼚠Iâm sorry this took me so long. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!!
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It was supposed to be just a trip to IKEA. It was supposed to be a productive day of building your dresser and rearranging your room. That is what it was supposed to be.Â
How it ended up with you getting your guts rearranged on top of said dresserâyouâre not so sure. But, considering this is Javier PeĂąa youâre talking about, maybe you have a slight indication of why your day ended up the way it did.Â
It was early this morning when your dresser decided to shit on you; all you did was slide the door open, and it completely pulled off of its hinge. Now, you donât mind a doorless dresser, itâs modern, you tried to convince yourself, but when you pulled out the second drawer and the wood snapped in half, scattering your panties all over the groundâyeah, okay, it was definitely time for a new one.Â
You called your boyfriend after you cleaned up your clothes, and asked if he wanted to come with you on your hunt for the new piece of furniture. Why are you even asking? he scolded as he saddled up into his Jeep and made his way to your place.Â
He stepped out of his seat in the driver side, rounding the hood to pull you in for a lengthy kiss as he pulled the passenger side door open for you. âWell, hello to you, too, baby,â you giggle as you break the kiss for a breath of air. He leaves a slap to your ass as he guides you by your hips into the passenger seat. He even buckles you in, stealing one more kiss before you two head off.Â
You thought shopping for a new dresser would be simple: get in, choose a sizable one that could fit everything your previous dresser could, and also make sure it matches the rest of your roomâs theme. Simple, right? Wrong. As long as Javier was involved, he took his sweet time really studying each option you were pointing outâanalyzing it to ensure it wouldnât crap out on you like your original one did.Â
âHow long did you have this dresser?â He asked as he was pulling into the IKEA parking lot.Â
âMmm, I donât know,â you thought, âmaybe a few years?â
âA few years?!â Javier asked, exasperated. âWhere the hell did you find that fucking thing?â
You let a beat of silence pass before you answered. â...I thrifted it,â you admit weakly.Â
Javier puts the car in park, his face in utter shock at what just came out of your mouth. âQuerida, what-â he starts.Â
You pull him in immediately, shutting him up with your lips against his. It works, of course. âLetâs go?â you ask.Â
âY-yeah, vamos (letâs go),â he says, flustered.Â
âJavi, câmon,â you whine, feeling exhausted after his analysis on your third option since the first two didnât pass the PeĂąa inspection. âSince when were you a contractor? The first two were perfectly fine, baby, itâs IKEA for crying out loud.â
He scoffs. âLiving on the ranch with Pop,â he replies to your sarcastic remark. âYou and I are both aware I know my way around some handiwork,â he adds as he looks back to you, a shit-eating grin creeping on his face.Â
You want to roll your eyes, but you canât help the way your body ignites to the suggestion laced in his words. âPendejo,â you mutter to yourself, fighting the heat from making it to your face.Â
You walk around some more while your boyfriend opens every nook and cranny of the wooden frame, but then right as you turn your body, you find it. The dresser. HEMNES. You quickly make your way to it, running your hands along the dark brown surface, crouching down to open up and see how much space is in the drawersâwhich, itâs very spacious. The drawer itself is taller than your waistline, probably reaching just at your belly button. Itâs perfect. âBaby, wait, come here! I think I found one!â You call out.Â
Javier follows your voice, intrigued by your excitementâyou didnât show this much enthusiasm with the other ones he was looking at. He rounds the corner and is met with quite a view. You are bending over the top of the dresser, on your tippy toes, trying to feel for the depth of the dresser. He sees you settle your hands at the edges of the top and shake it a little, testing out its durability while also unknowingly wiggling your ass. Fuck me, he thinks. Quickly adjusting his pants, he makes his way to you, situating his body directly against yours as he cages you in.Â
âJav-â you softly gasp, not expecting to feel him. Immediately youâre pulling yourself up, still on your tippy toes, but your back is now flush against his chest.Â
âAy, Dios mĂo,â he grunts as he whispers in your ear, âQuerida, please get up.â His hands are on your hips, pulling you away from the dresser. You turn in his hold, a giggle leaving your throat as you look at his stressed out expression, realizing why his reaction was so pained.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â You ask him quietly. âSaw something you like, huh?â You pull him in by his neck, kissing the side of his mouth before you pull away from him completely. Gesturing to the dresser, you ask, âDoes this one pass the inspection, sir?âÂ
He glares at you before he replies. âYeah, letâs get this one.â
Your eyebrow quirks up. âYou didnât even look at it.âÂ
âI saw enough, cariĂąo,â he says gruff, looking at the tag on the display and taking note of which aisle the box will be at.Â
You know your man well enough to know when heâs turned on, and that little unintentional stunt you pulled when making sure HEMNES was the right dresser for youâoh, it absolutely sent him over the edge. You decided to let him brew in his own arousal until you checked out your purchase, but the moment you set foot in his car again, you were set on starting something you wanted him to finish.Â
âThank you again for coming with me, baby,â you say as he settles back into the driver seat, your hand taking its seat on his upper thigh.Â
The muscle twitches underneath your palm. âMhm,â he mutters, voice wavering at your contact. Just as Javier puts the car in drive, heâs immediately pushing it back to park because your hand slides higher, closer, to the hardening bulge between his legs. His hips softly buck into your grasp; you take one look at him, and you can see the veins in his neck popping. A victory smile graces your face as his turns into a scowl. âWhat are you doing?â
You feign as much innocence as possible. âWhat am I doing? Iâm just saying thank you, baby, I canât tell you thank you?âÂ
âRight,â he says unconvinced. Your fingers continue to draw little shapes across the strained material of his pants. You go to cup him entirely, but the strength of his hand stops you.Â
He releases your hand and gets out of the car, the car still running. He is at your side faster than you can take your own seatbelt off. Heâs pulling your door open and giving you no chance for debate, his hand wraps around your jaw and pulls you into a bruising kissâa messy yet calculated dance of teeth and tongue, and in pulling away heâs biting your bottom lip, pulling the sweetest little desperate whimper from your throat. He clocks the way your hips softly grind into his seat.Â
âJ-jav,â your voice shakes, âw-what are you doing-â
His grip on your jaw tightens, giving you a little shake as he speaks. âYou had your fun, cariĂąo,â he breathes. âMy turn now.âÂ
His hand leaves your face and snakes down the front of your body, unzipping your jeans as you just stare wildly at the sight below you, your breathing erratic as your body anticipates his next move.Â
âWe- weâre in the fucking parking lot still, Javi!â You whisper yell at him, pissed, even though your body is doing absolutely nothing to stop him. He smirks at that fact. You want this.Â
âGuess youâll just have to keep quiet for me, yeah?â His fingers slip past your jeans, past your underwear, and youâre fucking soaked. His middle and ring finger bypass your clit, circling your entrance to gather the wetness accumulating before he comes back up to circle your throbbing bud.Â
âOh, fuck,â you yelp out, your eyes rolling back and your hips pushing into his hand as you hiss out in the pleasure. At your volume, Javiâs quick to stop his ministrations, cupping your mound and squeezing you as a warning. If the space allowed, you know he wouldâve slapped your cunt. This alternative is equally as dizzying.Â
âOpen your eyes, baby,â he rasps. Your eyes flutter open. âYou see all these people, huh? You want them to see you? See my good girl getting finger fucked in broad fucking daylight?â
âF-fuck, Javâ you whimper, much quieter this time, as your eyes land back on your manâs as you try and grind yourself on him. Javiâs fingers find your entrance then, sliding in with ease as a new wave of arousal pours out of you.Â
âOh, you like that idea, donât you?â His fingers speed up their momentum as he adds his thumb into the mix, hurtling you much closer to your finish line than you anticipated.Â
âBaby, Iâm c-close, Iâm- fuck- Iâm gonna cum, Javi, I-â you bring your hand up over your mouth to stifle the sobs that are about to leave your mouth.
âYeah, baby? Gonna give us a show?â He asks, his breathing just as erratic as yours. All you need is one more little push from his thumb on your clit, and then-
âNo!â you cry.
Right as you were about to fall over the edge, Javier completely pulls his fingers out of you, standing up straight as he licks his fingers off. Your hips donât realize he left you as they buck a few more times, chasing the feeling of what could have been.Â
âBaby, please, I was so close,â you heave, your heart rate equivalent to that of a hummingbird.Â
Javier leans down into the car, slotting his lips against yours terribly slow; your taste lingers on his tongue. He pulls away. âSorry, mama,â he whispers. âOnly I get to see you fall apart like that.âÂ
He zips and buttons your pants up, leaving you a stunned, aroused, wet mess as he makes his way back to the driver seat and pulls out of the parking spot, driving back to your place as if nothing even happened.Â
The drive home is short, but it feels like the longest drive youâve ever had to endure. He rests his hand on your thigh the entire time, squeezing you every now and then as his pinky leaves featherlight touches where you need him most. He talks to you during the driveâabout what, you honestly have no clue, but it seemed the conversation was enough for him to sustain alone.Â
Youâre brought out of your daze when his hand grabs your jaw, turning you to look at him. âYou okay, baby?â He asks, knowing damn well whatâs got your head in the clouds.Â
The throbbing between your legs remained consistentâworse, evenâon the drive home, so no youâre not fucking okay. You donât tell him that, though. âMhm,â you hum, not trusting your vocal cords to string together something coherent.Â
He pulls your lips to hisâa lingering one, one that has your mind slipping further. Breaking the embrace, he says softly, âGo unlock the door, amor, while I carry the box in, yeah?âÂ
On wobbly legs, you make your way to your door, missing the hole a few times but eventually the key slides in with ease. You toss them into the bowl on the entryway table, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water to contain yourself until Javier comes inside.Â
Apparently, youâre way more distracted than you thought, because one gulp down and heâs behind youâhands on your waist, mouth on your neck. You set the glass down a little harshly, its weight suddenly increasing tenfold with the way heâs on you.Â
âBaby,â you whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder. âPlease.â
Your boyfriend is turning you around then, turning you to face him, and his mouth is on yours, licking and sucking as his body pushes you up against the fridge, your head landing with a soft thud as his mouth starts to descend down your neck while his fingers work your buttons and zipper for the second time today.Â
Heâs pulling your bottoms down to your anklesâtheyâre loose on your form, so they donât restrict you too much from opening your legs when he slots his thigh in between you, hitting right against your core.Â
His lips never leave you, biting and kissing every inch he can reach while his hands find their home at the globe of your asscheeks, securing his grip as he begins a steady pace of your crying pussy back and forth on his clothed thigh.Â
âJust like that, cariĂąo, I can feel you fluttering on me already, holy fuck,â he groans as he continues his assault on your chest, leaving pretty bruises all over the valley of your breasts. âMaking such a mess, pretty girl,â he mutters into your skin.Â
Your hands snake to the curls at the back of his head, yanking them as he brings you back closer and closer to the finish line. He brings his lips back to yours sloppily, one hand leaving your ass to paw at your chest, his fingers rubbing and twisting at your nipples; they harden in his touch.
Your eyes struggle to stay open, his tight jeans providing the yummiest friction against your clit. âI- Iâm gonna- please, Jav, I- I need to cum,â you sob.Â
His hand at your chest snakes down your body, following the path to your sex. Just as you think heâs about to slip his hands between your legs, his hand changes direction, both hands going up to grip your waist to stop you from moving. His thigh leaves your core, and youâre fightingâyour hips chase his muscle, your fingers scrambling to pull him flush against you, but he doesnât budge. Itâs no use. Your high is gone again, painfully forced back to the start line as Javier bends down to grab your panties and work their way back up your legs.Â
Youâre a heaving mess, tears falling from your eyes as pathetic little protests fall from your lips.Â
Exhausted, you sigh and finally blurt out, âJavier PeĂąa, what the fuck are you doing?âÂ
You can see the faintest shit-eating smirk fall on his face before he mirrors what you did earlier: feign innocence. âGotta go build your dresser, mi amor.âÂ
âI can fucking build it later.âÂ
âBut Iâm already here. Iâll do it.âÂ
âYeah, but your presence is needed elsewhere,â you say, annoyed. You faintly gesture to your sobbing cunt, silenced by your soaked underwear.Â
âBut if Iâm here, Iâll do it, so you donât have to,â he says, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth.Â
âJavi,â you whine, hoping a thousand different ways of are you fucking serious right now translates to him in the tone of your sexual frustration.Â
âJust sit pretty for me while I go do it real quick, okay, cariĂąo?âÂ
Not giving you the chance to respond, he drags you by the wrist to your bedroom, forcing you to get settled in the reading chair you have in thereâa prime spot to watch him get all sweaty as he works. Great.Â
You wouldnât have riled him up if you had known this was the kind of torturous game he had in mind.Â
Twenty minutes in, and Javier is sweating alright, but itâs not for the reasons youâre thinking. Yeah, itâs a physical strain building this dresser, but this is fucking light work for him.Â
No, heâs sweaty, sticky, and disgustingly hot because his dick is at his full potential, throbbing and leaking at everything you put him throughâand everything he put himself through, pulling you to the brink of orgasm twice without letting you fully submit to it. He damn near always gets off when you do, and teasing you like this teases him just as much, if not more.Â
Heâs almost done, he just has one more drawer to put together and slide into place, but he takes a step back and uses his arm to wipe the sweat across his forehead, his breathing heavy during the action. It takes everything in you not to completely melt at what heâs forcing you to witness, a faint whimper escaping you at the sight of him.Â
It takes him barely a minute to get the last drawer assembled before he attempts sliding it into place. It goes in with ease at first, but before it can fully shut, the drawer gets stuck, unable to close by an inch. What the fuck, he mutters under his breath, lifting it up and wiggling to see if itâs just a kink inside the railing. Your jaw falls a little open at the vulgarity of his mouth; you are way too wound up and everything heâs doing right now has your pussy doing backflips, somersaults, cartwheelsâyou name it. Sheâs very eager.Â
Fed up with the drawer, Javier completely opens the drawer and then slams it shut, using his hips to give the drawer a full-force push. The slam of the wood is deafening, but it does nothing to hide the sweet little gasp that comes out of you, his cock twitching at the sound.Â
A high-pitched, breathy squeak of an oh fuck leaves your mouth, and Javier turns to check on you. He sees your fingers skating down your front, running your middle and ring finger over your soaked center, your clitâs fire immediately reigniting at the contact.Â
âÂżCariĂąo?â He calls, a sternness evident in his tone. You know not to test that tone. Your fingersâ movements pause, your eyes meet his and theyâre dark. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Jesus fuck, he doesnât even know if he has the strength to fuck you like he was planning on, the sight of you touching yourself has a fire igniting through every vein in his body.Â
Your eyebrows are furrowed, nervousness written all over your face. âIâŚum, I-â you start.Â
âGet up,â he cuts you off.Â
âWhat?â You say softly, your brain already scrambled eggs and unable to register what he just asked of you.Â
His singular eyebrow raises as he stalks closer to you, his hard gaze looking down at you as your pussy cries even more at the attention. Now his command registers, and youâll be damned if you have to make him repeat himself.Â
You remove your hand from your center, lifting yourself off your chair. He snags you by your waist, pulling your body flush against his front as he steals the breath from your lungs, your tongues meeting hungrily. You moan into his mouth, your hands slowly wrapping around his neck, but before you can grip his sweet curls, heâs pulling away from you, your surprised gasps blessing his ears as he flips you roughly but with ease towards the direction of your new dresser, already in its place secured against the wall.Â
âJavi,â you whimper again for what feels like the millionth time already.Â
âDime quĂŠ quieres, cariĂąo,â (tell me what you want) he rasps in your ear, his hands skating down your front and resuming what you so desperately started.
âF-fuck-â you start, âfuck me, Javi, please, please fuck me,â you beg, your heart stuttering as he dips his middle finger into your entrance.
He kisses your temple as your eyes fall shut, a contrastingly sweet gesture for the way heâs about to ruin you right now.Â
âThen bend over.âÂ
Now that sobers you up a little. You start to crane your neck in his direction. âW-what?â But heâs quick to grab your jaw, bringing your eyes back to your dresser. âGo do what you were doing earlier, baby. Bend over that dresser for me,â he says, soft but stern, then heâs taking a step back, letting you get there on your own.Â
So hooked on his body heat, you canât help the shudder that leaves you, but ultimately youâre making your way to your new dresserâpicking yourself up on your tippy toes to lean over the top, just like you were doing with the storeâs floor model. âL-like this?â You ask, voice trembling in anticipation. You stick your ass out a little extra for good measure.Â
You hear his belt buckle before you register his deep grumble. âYeah, baby,â he tells you, slowly making his way to your backside. âSo good for me,â he breathes, his fingers hooking into the hem of your underwear and letting them fall to the ground. You step out of them, knowing his next step is gonna be to nudge your legs further openâand he does, using his foot to nudge both of yours outwards.Â
He runs his middle finger through your slick as he lets his jeans fall, your hips push further into his touch, chasing the pleasure youâve been buzzing for all morning.Â
âBaby, please,â he hears escaping your mouth.Â
âNuh uh, baby,â he tuts, âI told you. You had your fun already, itâs my turn.âÂ
He runs his fingers through your wet seam, properly soaking his digits before he brings his hand to his own arousal, covering himself in your slick. He groans at the feeling. Javier crowds himself behind you, his tip immediately mirroring the path of his fingers. He catches himself against your clit, and he smirks at the wrecked sounds of your heavy breathing.Â
He pushes himself into you, slow and steady, getting you comfortable in his size. His fingertips are digging little bruises into your hipsâhis way of grounding himself from absolutely pummeling into you from the get go.Â
You two have been together for quite some while, but Javi knows heâs big. Itâs evident in the way you mewl and convulse every time heâs inside of you. Too big to get used to, yet perfect for the slight tinge of pain he knows you love.Â
âBaby, please move,â you pant.Â
âYou sure, cariĂąo?â He says softly, his dominant demeanor fading to make sure youâre alright.Â
You reach back to grab onto his hand and drag it up your own body, settling his long digits around the base of your neck. With a squeeze of your hand over his: âFuck me, Jav, please.âÂ
At your queue, heâs pushing himself into you entirely. âYeah, baby?â He snarls. âWant me to fuck you like this?â His hips form a hard pace, your hips digging into the ledge of the dresser. âThis what your pretty little pussy wants, huh? What sheâs been fucking crying for, baby?â
âFuck-â you gasp. âFuck, yes- Javi, yesyesyes! Amor, please,â you wail, your eyes rolling back as the pressure of his fingers on your neck restrict your blood flow, filling your body with a euphoria only he can give you.Â
His eyes scan down your body, taking in every inch of you with nothing but pure adoration. The sweetness fades when his eyes zone in on where your two centers meet. He lets out an audible moan at the sight, sending your pussy fluttering at the sound. âLook at you, bebita, fucking creaming on me, holy fuck,â he groans, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.
âI- Iâm close, baby, fuck-â your breath stutters. âTouch me, Jav, I- I need you,â you moan.Â
âShh, Iâve got you, mi amor.â Javiâs hand on your throat leaves you and coasts down your spine, his grip fixing itself on the globe of your ass.Â
He reaches down with his thumb to gather some of your slick, dragging it up to your tight, more inexperienced hole. You gasp when you feel it, your ass bucking further into his touch. âOh, my baby girl likes that? You like your ass being played with, cariĂąo?â He taunts, hooking his thumb inside. âWant to me to fuck you there next time?â
âFuck- yes- please,â you whimper, your pussy fluttering around him at his words. His other hand snakes to your front and reaches for your clit, drawing tight, calculated circles on you. âOh, fuck-!â you yell out.
âThatâs it, baby, fucking- dĂĄmelo, fucking soak me, queridaâ he forces out between his teeth. Your body twitches in his grasp, knuckles stark white against your dresser, eyes clamped shut as you cry out in the overwhelming pleasure consuming every inch of your body. âFuck,â he groans, your sounds forcing his balls to pull taut. Javiâs fingers speed up along with his thrusts, hurtling you towards your long-awaited climax.Â
Itâs overstimulating, him fucking into you so harshly as every nerve ending in your body pops off like fireworks. Yet, you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, the way his pace stutters for barely a second, and you know heâs close. Itâs overstimulating, yes, but you want, no, need him to continue, you need him to chase his own finish lineâyou need him to root himself so deep inside you, youâll feel traces of him for months on end.Â
âYouâre close, I can feel it,â you gasp, building your own rhythm of your hips to help him along. âNeed it, baby, need you inside of me,â you pant, your voice desperate. You pull yourself off the dresser and push your back into his chest, both his hands leaving your body to grip onto the darkwood, caging you in.Â
âYeah?â you feel his heavy breath fan across your cheek. âTell me how fuckingâ bad, querida, wanna hear it,â he says, voice strained.
You look back at him as best you can in this angle, your lips ghosting his jaw as the slick sounds of you grow louder. âNeed you so bad even plan B canât help us- God- please cum inside of me, Javier PeĂąa, fucking give it to me,â you beg, your moans echoing the walls and rattling every fibre of his being, pushing his body into a state of pure ecstasy as he begins to empty himself into you.Â
âOhâŚfuck,â he grunts, his hips coming to a halt as he nearly wheezes through his orgasm. Once the sensitivity calms down, Javi pumps himself in and out of you a few more times for good measure, pushing his load deep inside of you. You can feel the way he slides in with a wet ease, and it makes butterflies in your belly erupt, a small gasp of a giggle, knowing that the soaked sensation isnât because of solely your own product.Â
âFucking perfect,â he grumbles, slowly pulling himself out of you. He takes a small step back to get a look at your used cunt, puffy and glistening. His mouth literally waters.Â
Javi drops to his knees, settling his broad palms on each of your ass cheeks to keep the view of you open for him. Slowly, he leans in, the flat of his tongue running over your delicate pearl through your cum-soaked folds, a mix of you and him blessing each taste bud on his tongue. He hears your breath hitch.Â
He brings his tongue back in, collecting up the salty combination, before heâs on you again, mapping out the ring of your puckered muscle before he softly peppers the area in sweet kisses, your rear slightly irritated with his repeated slamming into you.Â
He pulls himself away, giving you a moment to turn around; your back is to the dresser now. He places several kisses on your thighs, giving a few more kitten licks to your center before heâs rising to his feet and pulling you in for a deep yet gentle kiss. You can taste both you and him, and it makes your heart want to burst at the seams with warmth.Â
âYou okay?â He asks softly as his lips break away from yours.Â
âAlways with you,â you offer bashfully.Â
âGood,â he says firmly, kissing the tip of your nose. You hear his hand smack the top of your dresser a few times. âI guess this thing is pretty fucking durable, huh?âÂ
âMmmm, maybe. I think it needs to pass one more test,â you tell him.Â
His eyebrow quirks up, you can see his mustache twitch, fighting his smirk. âAnd what test would that be, mi amor?âÂ
Taking a step back out of his hold, you back up into the dresser again, grabbing onto the ledge and you jump, spreading your legs wide open for him to fit in between.Â
You can see the way his eyes flash impossibly darker. He stalks up to you again, his hands squeezing your thighs before heâs back on his knees, his head immediately burying himself in your core.Â
Oh, yeah, this dresser passes the test, alright.Â
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hii!! i rlly like your writing and was wondering if you could do a request ? remus (or wolfstar ) x reader where its like posthogwarts and she went to a diff wizarding school and the wizard thing was hush hush cuz she was a muggle, but then one day she like accidentally uses magic and they were like â omg wait whatâ and like yeah. anyways pls feel free to ignore this its a very odd request LMAO. thank you so so much for taking the time to read this !!! (im sorry if this sounds weird i dk how to talk to ppl) ok bye đŤś
this was a very cute prompt! thank you so much for your request and your patience in my writing it!
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who they believe to be a muggle [1.8k words]
CW: fear of werewolf prejudice, fear of muggle born prejudice, I also included a line in French and you can find the translation at the bottom of the work
Sirius knew that they were, perhaps, being a little bit selfish by keeping such a big secret from you.
Statute of Secrecy be damned, they were well beyond the point in your relationship where they could have (and likely should have) told you that he and Remus were wizards (oh, and, while weâre at it, Remus turns into a beast once a month so thereâs that, too).Â
And while their friends all suspected it was Remus who was hesitant to tell you the truth on account of his lycanthropy, it had actually been Sirius who kept procrastinating the long overdue conversation.
But Sirius had to admit that he was very scared to tempt fate, because meeting you had been a complete fluke and he wasnât willing to muck it up by scaring you off. How many times in one life did someone get the chance to meet a perfect angel?
Sirius had already met Remus which felt like nothing short of destiny, and then they met you, and that felt prophetic. And who was Sirius to mess with the prophecy?Â
âYou cannot chicken out tonight.â Remus muttered as Sirius rapped on your door, earning him an indignant scoff from his boyfriend.Â
âIâve never once chickened out in my entire life, thank you very much. Thatâs why I was sorted into Gryffindor.â
Remus merely snorted. âSure, thatâs why this is our seventh attempt at breaking the news, yeah?â
Sirius refused to look at Remus before banging (slightly louder) on your door once more before you finally opened up.
Gods you were so bloody beautiful; smiling like you couldnât physically be any happier that your two boys were here, eyes excited and bright and so full of love and fuck sakes he couldnât do it.
âHey dove.â Remus greeted for the both of them, seeing as Siriusâ brain was short circuiting on account of your beauty and loveliness, pressing a kiss to your hairline and all but shoving Sirius past the threshold of your door. âIt smells amazing, what are you making?â
Your smile seemed to grow impossibly brighter at the praise. âA vegetable bake! Itâs sort of Mediterranean, and Iâm making pasta to go with it.â You explained excitedly, and Sirius honestly felt like he was going to start overflowing with the amount of fondness he had for you.
âYou going to say hello to our girl, Siri? Or are you just going to keep staring at her?â Remus taunted as he walked further into your flat to place the flowers he was carrying for you in a vase - the routine of bringing you bouquets every time they visited so practised that he knew where to find your vases.Â
âOf course, gorgeous. Sorry for being rude.â He murmured as he pulled you into his chest and breathed you in. âYouâve got to stop answering the door looking so bloody beautiful; I completely forget myself.â
You giggled into his chest and then leaned on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips that he - the selfish bastard - didnât find nearly enough before he pulled you into a second deeper, lingering kiss.Â
âItâs good to see you, Sirius.âÂ
Sirius sighed happily - because really, it was even better to see you - as he shuffled the two of you towards the kitchen Remus was now fussing in.Â
âBeautiful!â You cheered as Remus positioned the bouquet in the middle of your kitchen island; and Sirius could see the mischief in Remusâ eyes even if you couldnât.
âJust like you, dove.â
And, quite possibly one of their favourite sights, they watched you turn bashful as you opted to fuss with the arrangement instead of looking at either of them.Â
âListen, sweetheart, we were wondering if perhaps before we eat, we could chat with you about something?â Remus decided to rip the bandaid, and Sirius wanted to hex him for the way your body tensed and you looked at him with what appeared to be mild horror.
âOh- uhm, okay, yeah, sure thatâs⌠thatâs fine.â You stuttered as you moved to the kitchen table to take a seat, both boys following obediently.Â
Sirius watched as Remus moved last week's bouquet - which Sirius had secretly cast a stasis charm over so that they would last longer - out of the centre of the table and closer to Sirius so that they could both have a better view of you.Â
âIsâŚeverything okay?â You asked cautiously as you fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. Sirius wanted to throw up.Â
âOf course, dovey.â Remus assured you, though it was Siriusâ thigh he gave a comforting squeeze under the table. âWe just know that weâve been seeing each other for a while now, and weâve grown to care about you quite a lot- you know that, right?â
Sirius watched as the divot between your brows only deepened as you nodded hesitantly. âSo much, gorgeous; we care about you so much.â He insisted when it didnât look like you truly believed them.Â
âBut we just, well, we havenât been completely honest with you, is all. And now that weâre at this point in our relationship, weâŚwe feel like we owe it to you to be honest.â Remus continued, clearly beginning to feel just as out of his depth as Sirius was.Â
Your face fell completely blank, though Sirius could tell you were still tugging nervously at your shirt sleeve.
âBaby, I swear this isnât bad, we- I rather think Iâm in love with you, and-â
But as Sirius went to reach his hand over to rub at your arm in a way he hoped to be comforting, he ended up knocking over the vase stationed in front of him.
It didnât break, thank Merlin, but it did topple over before Sirius could catch it and the water poured over the table.
Remus went to stand quickly to avoid being soaked, but no sooner had he pushed his chair away from the table was the vase floating towards you and the water completely vanished.Â
Not looking at the boys in front of you, you righted the vase and repositioned the florals to your liking before looking up at Remus who was now standing and staring at you owlishly, and Sirius who was gaping at you from his seat.
âDid you just-â Sirius started, voice no more than a whisper, but was quickly cut off by the sound of a timer in the kitchen.
You waved your hand in that direction mindlessly before sinking back despondently in your chair and staring down at your lap, the timer silent.
âY/N.â Remus rasped. âDid- was thatâŚare you a witch?âÂ
You appeared to flinch as if youâd just realised what youâd done before you looked up; all colour seemingly draining from your face.
âWhat? I-â You started with a nervous chuckle. âI donât know what youâre talking about? Thereâs no such thing as witchesâŚâ
But Sirius knew what he saw, the first could have been an accident - a trick of the mind - but the second act of magic was all the confirmation he needed.
Silently, Remus summoned the vase of flowers towards him before charming them to dance to imaginary music, plucking one from its stem and turning it gold before reaching across the table to put it behind your ear as you gaped at him.Â
âYouâreâŚa wizard?â You whispered in disbelief.Â
At that, Sirius stood and spun, turning into Padfoot and panting excitedly at your feet as his tail whacked against the table leg with every wag.
A wet laugh escaped you before either boy realised you were wiping your eyes.
âOh my gods?âÂ
âAwe, dovey.â Remus cooed as he moved over to Siriusâ chair so he could take your hands in his. âDonât cry.â
âIs this what you guys were going to tell me?â You asked cautiously, hopefully.Â
Padfoot melted back into Sirius, but he stayed kneeling at your feet as he rubbed soothing stripes up and down your calf. âYes, baby; this was it.â He assured you. âIâm sorry we scared you.â
âSo, that boarding school you went to in France?â Remus asked with an arched eyebrow.
âBeauxbatons.â You confirmed with a nod of your head. âAnd your boarding school in Scotland?â
âHogwarts.â The two boys chorused, and you all let out a chuckle.
âItâs almost embarrassing that didnât give it away right there.â You laughed breathlessly.Â
âSince weâre, uh, being honest about stuffâŚâ Remus continued, trailing off awkwardly as he shared a grimace with Sirius. âIâm also, well, Iâm also a werewolf.âÂ
âOh.â You breathed quietly.Â
Sirius held his breath as he watched you consider this before you nodded your head decisively.Â
âIâm muggleborn.âÂ
Sirius and Remus shared a quick look before Remus let out a disbelieving chuckle. âIs that- âŚwhat?â
âBaby, are you trading that information like we might think thatâs a negative?â Sirius teased you lightly.Â
âI suppose it depends on who you askâŚâ You whispered, and both boys softened.Â
âNot us, dove.â Remus offered. âGood.â You smiled at him. âThen me too.â
âIs that really how you feel about it? About me?â Remus asked quietly.Â
âNo, itâs not how I feel about you.â You denied. âJ'ai l'impression de tomber très amoureux de toi.â You admitted shyly, and Sirius couldnât be held responsible for the mortifying cooing sound that resonated from the back of his throat.Â
He grabbed your face roughly and started peppering you with kisses: âhowâ, a kiss, âdid weâ, a kiss, âmanage to findâ, another kiss, âthe most brilliant and beautiful witchâ, kiss kiss kiss, âin the whole world?âÂ
You were giggling and trying - not very hard, mind you - to pull away from Siriusâ ministrations when you stilled and let out a gasp.
âWhat?â Both boys paused.
âSupper!â You nearly shrieked as you went flying into the kitchen, muttering to yourself in French as you turned off the stove top and fussed with various pots and dishes.Â
âI am so unbelievably in love with her.â Remus murmured, eyes glued to your form as you danced through the kitchen.Â
Sirius scoffed as he leaned against his boyfriend with his arms crossed, feigning nonchalance. âI canât believe you were so scared to tell her.â
Sirius didnât need to look at Remus to know he was glaring at him; he could feel it.
But he also felt his heart grow three sizes when you turned to look at both of them with a beaming smile and a steaming dish in front of you, completely unphased that one of your boyfriends was a werewolf even though as a witch you knew exactly what that meant. And not only were you unphased, but you were still falling in love with them regardless.
Sirius had admittedly been very scared to tempt fate, because meeting you had been a complete fluke and he didnât want to muck it up by scaring you off. Because really, how many times in one life did someone get the chance to meet a perfect angel?
If meeting Remus had been destiny, meeting you was prophetic; and who was Sirius to mess with the prophecy?
(translation: I feel like Iâm very much falling in love with you).
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WRONG DOINGS L. HS
đđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : heeseung + fem reader!
đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: smut, male masturbation, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral, male and female receiving, squirting, stepdad step daughter relationship, daddy kink, car sex, make up sex, mentions of stealing and cheating, home wrecking, infidelity, divorce, crying, abuse, violence, arguments, mentions of blood, cursing, bullying, reader kinda has daddy issues, heeseung gets caught masturbating by reader.
đđđ§đŤđ: stepcest, taboo relationship, slow burn.
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: After your mom got married to your stepdad heeseung, you both finally moved into his mansion together. There, youâll face the same cruelty from your mother that you always have endless abuse and belittling. Still, when heeseung tries to treat you like his own and get closer to you, it only makes things worse not just for you but him as well, and one too many arguments with your mother leave you and heeseung both wanting more so much more than when she goes on vacation and leaves you both alone, itâs only a matter of time before the both of you commence in đ°đŤđ¨đ§đ đđ¨đ˘đ§đ đŹ.
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Sorry for the long wait. Thanks for being patient with me. Iâm very disappointed with how this turned out, but I hope you guys will enjoy it
"Mom, can you help me with my homework?" You ask your mom meekly as you sit at the dinner table in the kitchen.
You had been struggling with your homework lately, and all you wanted was a little help and attention.
But she couldn't even give that much to you.
"No, absolutely not. No one helped me with mine, and I'm not going to be your crutch. Just stop being so lazy and pay attention." The harsh response was very much expected, but it never hurt any less.
You held your head low and picked at the corners of your notebook, sighing softly.
The relationship between you and your mother was never good, but you still tried to have some type of interaction with her cause you just wanted her love. You wanted her to care no matter how bad she treated you.
"Y/n," heeseung, your stepfather, called to you softly, but you sat up and went to your room. You hadn't exactly gotten a chance to get close to him yet, and you didn't want to be around a complete stranger while you felt like this. "I still don't understand why you find it necessary to talk to her like that," heeseung said to his wife once you got out of earshot.
"And I still don't understand why you're talking to me. You're not even her real father, so what does it have to do with you?" She gives him a stern look from across the dining table.
"Thank you for reminding me of that every two seconds." heeseung chuckled and took a drink of his orange juice. "Baby, I'm not trying to make you upset. I'm just not sure the way you handle things is best for our daughter," he continues.
"Again, she is my daughter, not yours. The way I handle things has zero to do with you," she responds.
Heeseung just sighed and kept his mouth shut after that.
Lately, he had been rethinking his whole marriage because the woman he proposed to was seemingly nowhere to be found.
As bad as that sounds, it was just an undeniable fact.
It was like overnight, his life turned completely upside down.
One minute, he's married to his dream girl, and the next, he's feeling stuck in an unhappy marriage with a stepdaughter who doesn't acknowledge him and a wife that rather be out all day than spend time with him on his days off.
"Where are you going?" He asked his wife as he watched her getting up from the kitchen table.
"Out," she answered without looking at him.
"Okay, where's out?" Heeseung stood up and made his way over to her in the living room.
"There's a new fashion outlet that opened downtown, and I want to check it out," she replies, sounding uninterested.
"Ooh, sounds like fun, can I come with? I'm free all day." he wrapped his hands around her waist from behind.
"No, I already planned to invite others." his grip on her waist loosened as he looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Without even telling me?" He dropped his hands to his sides.
"Sorry, it must have slipped my mind." She quickly put her heels on and grabbed her purse by the front door. "Besides, it's all women's clothing anyways," she adds.
Heeseung sighed and folded his arms, watching his girl leave the house for what felt like the fifth time this week. "It's okay," he replies back, even though it really wasn't. "Can I at least get a kiss before you go?" He says with a smile.
She quickly rushes over and kisses his cheek. Before he could even say anything, she was already bolting out the door. "Be safe," he says to himself, going back to the kitchen and finishing his cold breakfast all alone.
You sat on your bed and stared at the sheets in front of you blankly. You had zero motivation to even get started on your homework after the way your mother spoke to you.
You're not sure if you'd ever be able to get rid of the hurt in your chest whenever she talked down to you, even after all these years.
You wiped your tears when you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door. "Y/n, can I come in?" You listen to your stepfather's voice from outside your room.
You straightened out your things a bit before allowing him to enter. "Come in," you said in a weak voice.
"Hey," he whispered with a half smile. "Would you like some help?" He offered while shutting the door.
"Uhh, no, I'm fine." You looked at all the untouched materials in front of you, and you were everything but fine.
"Oh, okay." heeseung turned around disappointedly and grabbed the door handle, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Wait." You looked down at your lap and nervously fidgeted with your blankets. "I need help," you admitted to him.
He gave you a warm smile and made his way over to your bed, taking a seat. "Thank you for allowing me to help. I know it's been hard for you adjusting and everything with the new place and living with a total stranger." he laughed, and you smiled a little as the awkwardness between you two started to lessen just a tad. "But I just want you to know that you can come to me too, not just your mom. I'm perfectly friendly, I think?" He scratched his nape and chuckled.
"Okay," you nodded.
"And about earlier, I apolo-" you interrupted him.
"I don't want to talk about it," You quickly dismissed the said topic, and he puffed out a breath of air as his shoulders slumped down a bit.
You understand he was just trying to help, but you didn't need another dad or an apology right now, especially from someone who wasn't even to blame and even more so the fact he had no idea what had even been going on between you and your mother.
He didn't know about all the times she hit you for getting a low grade. He didn't know how she'd keep you up all night until you finished all the chores around the house, and he definitely didn't know that all this was going on behind his back when he left for work.
If he did, you're sure he wouldn't even be married to your mom, let alone welcome her into his lovely mansion of a home, cause from what you could tell, heeseung was far too kind for a woman like her.
"Okay, so let's see what we have he- oh," he chuckles at all the work you have piled up.
You lower your head down in embarrassment while he flips through all your disheveled homework.
"Don't worry, we'll have this done by midnight, and you won't have to worry your little head anymore." he ruffled your hair playfully.
You scrunch up your face and fix your hair while he laughs at you.
The clock had just struck midnight, and as promised, it was all finished. To your surprise, you got through half of it without his help. Honestly, you werenât dumb when it came to school, so you didnât really need a lot of help. You just wanted someone to take interest in you. "Thanks for all your help," you whisper shyly.
"Of course, if you ever need help with homework or anything in general, just let me know." he smiles softly at you and takes a look at his watch. "Are you hungry? We've been at it for quite some time now."
"A little," your stomach growls on cue, causing you both to laugh.
"There's a pizza spot down the road that stays open late. Does that sound good?" He offers, and you nod.
"I'd cook for you, but I'd probably burn the mansion down, and we can't have that happening," he laughed.
You both jumped in surprise when the door swung open, revealing your witch of a mother. Of course, she'd have to ruin the one decent interaction that you've had in years. "What is this?" She pointed back and forth between you and heeseung.
"I was just helping y/n with her homework, babe," heeseung sighed. He was already sleepy, and he didn't want to deal with her attitude right now.
"Helping? She doesn't need help. She can do it herself!" She yells at heeseung.
You lowered your head to hide the tears welling in your eyes, and what made it worse was that heeseung was being brought into your drama when he was completely innocent. "She shouldn't have to!" Heeseung yelled back. He was far more frustrated with his situation with his wife lately than the problem at hand, but he used this as an opportunity to lash out a bit. "Y/n, come on." he turned to you with a sympathetic look in his eyes, talking to you with a much calmer tone as he extended his hand out for you to take.
You stood up, reaching your hand out for his, but your mother's loud voice caused you to sit right back down.
"You!" she pointed at heeseung. "Get out! This is between me and her." heeseung looked at you, and you nodded your head weakly cause you weren't his problem to take on.
He didn't want to, but he honored your wish and left out of your room, going upstairs to wash up for the night and head to bed.
He knew he wasn't your biological father, but what was the harm in him just wanting to treat you decently?
His wife always had to go and blow everything out of proportion, making it seem like just cause he wasn't your real father, he couldn't look after you.
He thought it was ridiculous.
But maybe there was something he didn't know about going on between you. Maybe it was something that he had no business sticking his nose in.
He put his toothbrush away and patted his face dry. Once he was all finished, he turned off the bathroom light and went over to his side of the bed, trying to get some much-needed rest.
"So you try to seduce my husband behind my back? I always knew you were nothing but a little slutâ your mother said with venom laced in her tone.
"No mo-" you tried to defend yourself to no avail.
"Be quiet." She walked over to your closet, pulling out a coat hanger, and locked the door to your bedroom.
You tried to hide under your blankets, but she quickly yanked them down to your ankles and whipped your bare legs repeatedly with the hanger, adding fresh welts to your already bruised skin.
You had to cup your mouth to muffle your screams and cries so you wouldn't alert heeseung to what was happening to you behind his back.
"Maybe this will teach you not to be such a fucking useless disrespectful whoreâ tears streamed down your cheeks from the pain she inflicted on you. "I didn't raise you like this." Her face was twisted in nothing but anger as she hit you countless times before finally putting an end to the abuse.
"Think twice before you try touching what's mine." You sobbed quietly and pulled your blankets over your head as she laughed at your poor state and left you crying alone in your room. You had no idea why she was accusing you of something you didn't even do.
She left you alone and went upstairs, joining heeseung in the bedroom, laying down beside him like nothing ever happened. "I didn't mean to make you mad, baby," she whispered softly as she held onto his waist. She kissed the back of his neck and tried to trail her hand to the front of his boxers, but he quickly gripped her wrist and stopped her from doing so.
"I forgive you, but I'm just not in the mood right now." he turned over to face her and pulled her into his chest, kissing her forehead softly. "Y/n's okay?" He asked while stroking her back.
"Yeah, I apologized," she flat-out lied.
"There's my girl," he smiled. "I'm proud of you, baby. I know things are difficult for us right now, but try not to get too stressed. I'm sorry too, okay? We still just have to adjust to some things."
"Okay," she muttered back and discreetly rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, baby," he whispered after a couple of minutes.
"Night," she murmured.
When you woke up the next day, you immediately winced in pain.
You tried to move the covers back, but you couldn't cause they were stuck to your legs from all the dried-up blood. Normally, you would have tried to bandage yourself up, but you didn't have the willpower to last night after everything occurred.
You slowly peeled the blanket back as tears gathered in your eyes from the pain.
You let out a shaky breath once you had finally removed the material.
Tears leaked down your cheeks as you saw the wounds. You could barely even stand up without pain, but you managed to somehow.
You went to the bathroom and grabbed your first aid kit, cleaning off all the dried-up blood.
Once the blood was gone, you applied some ointment and gauze, praying that the cuts wouldn't get infected this time around like before.
You got ready for school and waited in bed until it was time to leave.
"Is y/n coming down for breakfast?" Heeseung inquired to his wife, remembering you didn't get to eat last night, so you must have still been pretty hungry.
She just shrugged her shoulders and finished making her iced coffee.
Heeseung sighed and went upstairs to check on you himself. He knocked softly just in case you might still be asleep since you both stayed up so late last night. âY/n?â He called your name quietly.
When he didn't get a response, he peeked his head inside the door and saw you still sleeping. He smiled pitifully and closed the door before going back downstairs, only to see his wife all dressed up and ready to head out.
"Let me guess out?" He said half-jokingly, half serious. "Come here and give me a kiss before you leave." She walked over to him and pecked his cheek like usual. "That's not a real kiss. I mean one like this." he smiled and gripped her backside in his palms, groping the soft flesh as he stuck his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her eagerly. It's been months since the last time he had sex with her, and his neediness for her was definitely showing in the heated kiss. "Like that," he pulled back with a small smirk on his lips. "Come back soon so I can give you a little surprise" he bit his lip and spanked her ass.
"Yes, Mr. Lee," she said flirtatiously and winked at him before releasing herself from his hold and going out the door.
Needless to say, heeseung couldn't wait til tonight.
He was standing in the living room, a smile still lingering on his face, when you came downstairs. He whipped his head in your direction when he heard your footsteps. "Morning! You scared me," he laughed.
You forced a smile and tried your best not to limp downstairs. The last thing you wanted was to raise any suspicion.
"Your mom just left, but I could pick you up something for breakfast since you're probably still hungry from last night." You knew it was just a polite offer from him, but the mention of last night made you flinch in horror, and the worried look that took over your face was hard not to miss.
"N-no thanks," you declined.
"Do you at least want a ride?" You just shook your head and limped to the front door. "Y/n, Is everything alright?" He asked you worriedly. You weren't like this at all last night, so what changed so drastically? As far as he knew, You guys apologized and made up.
You didn't respond back and walked out the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, confused.
You had gotten home from another terrible day at school, which was nothing new to you just like everything else in your life.
You opened the door with your house key. Once you got inside, you saw heeseung lying on the couch asleep while some random TV show was on.
You twisted the knob and shut the door quietly while slipping your shoes off.
After you hung up your backpack, you went over to the kitchen to make something to eat since you hadn't eaten all day.
You collected all the ingredients from the refrigerator to make a proper meal for yourself.
As you were preparing the vegetables, you decided to cut extra in case heeseung was hungry when he woke up. You felt bad about the way you treated him this morning, especially cause it wasn't even his fault, so the least you could do was make him a meal as an apology.
You quietly moved around in the kitchen so you wouldn't wake him, and after about thirty minutes, everything was ready. You turned off the stove and put away some extras in a glass container, setting it on the table where heeseung usually sits before going to your room to eat. You never liked eating at the table. It always brought back too many memories that you wished you could forget.
It was midnight when Heeseung finally woke up. He stretched out on the sofa as his eyes wandered to the big wall clock above the TV. "Damn," he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
All the lights were off, so he assumed everyone was already asleep.
He went to the kitchen to grab some water from the fridge but halted when his eyes landed on the container of food you had prepared for him. "Ooh," he opened the lid, scanning all the different foods inside, and his mouth watered instantly.
He grabbed his water from the fridge and sat down at his spot before grabbing the fork placed neatly beside the container. "Thank you, baby." he smiled happily and dug into his food, and he was not disappointed at all. He hasn't had a good home-cooked meal for a while, and this definitely hit the spot.
He wasn't complaining about not having food when he came home from work cause he knew that his wife was busy with her own things, but he couldn't deny he'd love it if he had a meal cooked by his wife more than just a few times a month.
He ate every last morsel, not letting anything go to waste. After he finished dinner, he washed the container and put it inside the dish rack.
He headed upstairs to wash up before going to sleep. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he removed his pants and t-shirt, slipping into bed next to his beautiful wife. "Thank you for dinner, baby." he draped his arm around his wife's waist and kissed the crown of her head. "Goodnight," he whispers while shutting his eyes and falling asleep a little while later.
Heeseung had gotten up earlier than usual since he slept all day yesterday. He pulled his sheets back and stepped out of bed, going straight to the bathroom and taking a quick shower to get freshened up and ready for work.
He sighed as he tucked his dress shirt into his pants. Those two days off weren't quite enough after all the hours he's been putting in lately, but luckily, he had some vacation time, and he planned on putting it to good use very soon.
He kissed his wife on the cheek before shutting the door behind him quietly so he wouldn't wake his sleeping beauty.
You jumped slightly when you heard footsteps coming downstairs, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that it was only heeseung and not your mom.
"Oh! Good morning, y/n!" Heeseung smiled widely, and he was surprised to see you up this early.
"Morning," you reply and turn back to the stove to finish your meal. You had a few leftover ingredients from last night, so you decided to just take it for lunch at school today.
"Smells good," he chimed as he caught a whiff of whatever you were cooking. After a few moments, it dawned on him that the smell was very similar to the food he had the night prior, and his eyebrows creased in confusion once you set down the plate of food. "Did you⌠Did you cook last night?"
"Yes," you answered quietly, hoping he wasn't going to say that it was bad or something like that.
"Hmm," he nodded to himself as he realized that it wasn't his wife who cooked and that it was you all along, which left him greatly disappointed, but either way, it was still good, and he appreciated you for it. "It was delicious, thank you."
"You're welcome." You gave him a small smile.
He walked near you, reaching into the cabinet to grab a bag of ground coffee. "So, how's school been?" He asked while making his cup of coffee.
"Good," you said simply.
"Just remember, if you need any help, you can always come to me," he assured you.
You nodded your head while getting your food ready for school.
"Leaving so soon?" He questioned while rolling up his suit jacket sleeve and checking the time.
The truth is you just didn't want to face your mother after the other night, so if that meant waking up hours earlier than her and going to school early, then that's what you were going to do to avoid her at all costs.
"You know what, I'm up early. You're up early, so why don't you let me drive you?" He says while pouring his piping hot coffee into a travel mug.
"It's fine." he didn't listen and just grabbed his keys from the hook so he could drive you to school.
He knew you and your mother were not on great terms as of late, but he wanted to take it upon himself to be of some type of assistance to you cause he could obviously see that you weren't feeling all that well lately and what type of person would he have to be to just sit on the sidelines and watch someone go through something like that alone?
"Come on!" He held the front door open for you.
Needless to say, the whole car ride was dead silent. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him. It was just weird because he was basically a whole stranger driving you to school.
He put on some music to make the silence less awkward. He occasionally hummed along while tapping the steering wheel.
After maybe eight minutes, give or take, you two arrived. He pulled right up to the curb, unlocking your door so you could get out.
"See you later. Have fun!" He gave you a small wave while you thanked him for dropping you.
There was still at least half an hour before he had work, so he stopped to grab some breakfast for himself.
He dialed his wife's number and frowned. When the call went to voicemail, he assumed she was probably still asleep.
So he texted her instead.
Heeseung: Morning, baby! I miss you :(
He took a picture of the lousy breakfast sandwich he got. The bread was limp, the bacon was undercooked, and the egg tasted fake.
He chuckled and sent it to his wife.
Heeseung: Not even close to being as good as the one you make.
After the second bite, he didn't even bother finishing it, and he opened up the text messages with his wife again.
Heeseung: I'm missing you so bad right now, and it's not even afternoon. Baby, call me when you get this.
He put his phone in the passenger seat and drove out of the restaurant parking lot, heading to work.
School was unbearable like it always was, but you were just thankful that it was finally over with. You went upstairs and changed out of your old bandages. Luckily, nothing was infected, but it still looked like it'd take a little while to heal.
You changed into some comfortable clothes and lay down in bed. You would have cried, but you had no more tears left to cry.
The cycle had been going on for so long that you grew accustomed to it. It was just another part of your tiresome routine.
You tucked yourself inside your blanket and sighed deeply before shutting your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Heeseung was in the middle of working when he got a text from his wife.
Best wife in the whole worldđ: Can't wait for you to get home.
She attached a photo of her in a lacy black outfit with the straps pulled down but not enough to show too much.
He bit his lip when he saw the photo and quickly replied.
Heeseung: My wife looks so sexyđ
Best wife in the whole worldđ: Hurry home soon.
Heeseung: You got it, baby. I'm gonna see if I can get out early tonight just for youđ
She left his text on read, and he shut his phone off so he could focus back on his work.
Five hours passed quicker than he expected, and he did get his work finished in time so he could leave a little sooner.
Heeseung: On my way, baby. I can't wait to see you.
He texted on his way to his car. He unlocked the door and put on his seat belt, heading home after another stressful day of work.
"Baby!" He called out while he loosened his tie and slipped his shoes off at the door.
He went to the kitchen, setting his suitcase on the table and hanging his jacket on the back of the chair. "Baby?" He called while walking upstairs and opened his bedroom door. "Baby, I'm ho-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw that she was already fast asleep. "Are you kidding me?" He whined as he closed the door and went back downstairs. "So much for that idea," he sighed as he went to the kitchen to make some ramen for himself. Since it was still early, he decided to watch some TV until he felt sleepy.
You stirred in your sleep and rolled over on your bed, opening your eyes to see your alarm clock that read half past midnight.
You turned on your back and sighed while staring at the ceiling. You knew you shouldn't be eating this late, but you felt extremely hungry cause, after all, you did only eat one time today.
You went downstairs to make a midnight snack. Once you reached the end of the stairs, you noticed the lights were off, but the TV was still on. Your eyes traveled to the couch, where you saw heeseung lying down fast asleep.
With a tiny shake of your head, you went to the refrigerator, grabbing an apple, taking a bite while going to the living room, and turning off the TV before draping a blanket over heeseung's exhausted-looking body.
You went back to bed and finished your apple. There wasn't much to do other than a little more homework, and when that was all finished, you curled back up in your bed and went back to sleep for the night.
This same boring pattern repeated itself. Your mom was always out of the house spending heeseung's money that she stole from him right under his nose. heeseung would go to work, come home late, and go to sleep on the sofa while you went to school, did homework, and went to sleep.
Heeseung was currently sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for his wife to come down.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat when he heard yelling upstairs. He started to go up there, but he already knew what the outcome would be. "She's not your daughter. You don't know what's best for her, blah blah blah."
After a couple of minutes, the yelling had quieted down, and he cleared his throat as his wife came down the stairs. "Is y/n having breakfast with us?" He asked while scrolling through some emails on his phone.
"No," he set his phone aside and looked at his wife.
"Why not?" No matter what was going on between you and your mother, you still made it a point to come down for breakfast every morning, so you skipping these past few days was unusual to him.
"Cause she didn't clean and she barely did any homework, she doesn't deserve a meal," his wife stated, seemingly unbothered.
"BabyâŚ" he sighed. "Don't you think you're being unreasonable here? I understand where you're coming from, but what you're doing is a bit too much."
"Too much?" She scoffed. "What would you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, I already know I'm not her real dad," he said, annoyed, but he didn't have to be a parent to know that what was happening was not right.
"Excuse you? Who do you think you're talking to like that?" She responds, and he can tell from her tone that she was starting to get annoyed, too.
"I didn't mean it like that, oka-" he tried to explain himself but got interrupted.
"No, I think that's exactly how you meant it." She tossed her dishcloth on the table. "You're taking her side over mine."
"I never said anything about sides. You're getting me all wrong here. All I'm saying is to go easy on her," he reasoned calmly. The last thing he wanted was to argue this early in the morning.
"She's already a lost cause. Going easy on her would make her completely useless," she says, unrelenting with her hateful words towards you.
Heeseung's face morphed in absolute disgust at the distasteful words coming from his wife's mouth. How could someone talk about their own daughter that way? He wasn't even your real dad, and he would never talk about you like that to anyone, let alone his significant other. "Well, I'm sure if you just helped her out here and there, it might not be that way," he said dryly.
"So you're saying this is my fault?" She twisted his words once again.
"You're putting words into my mouth. What I'm saying is maybe try helping her out a bit, that's all." he put his hands up in defense.
"No one ever helped me, and I turned out perfectly fine.â She just comes up with excuse after excuse.
"Really? First of all, she's not you, and all I've ever seen was her politely asking for your help. She's trying, but when you shut her down and tell her that she's useless, how do you think she's going to feel? I sure know I wouldn't be motivated by that" if the conversation kept going in this direction. It was only a matter of time before things got out of hand.
"You really must be dumb to think that way," she mumbles under her breath.
"What did you just say to me?" He stood up from his chair and walked over to where she was standing.
She stood up straight and stared him in the face, repeating her words. "I said you must be du-"
"Do not dare say that to me again. You're under my roof, and I've never once said one thing disrespectful to you." he looked at her with a cold stare in his eyes. "Now I'm done having this conversation with you. Go get y/n, and I don't want to hear another word from you."
Her eyes shook in fear as he made his way back to his chair, and she scampered upstairs to tell you that breakfast would be ready soon.
You came downstairs a few minutes later and sat at the table per your mother's request. You picked your fork up timidly, and heeseung didn't miss the way your hands shook when you lifted the fork to your lips.
He sighed and glared at his wife, shaking his head in disapproval. "So, y/n, how are you doing with school? Do you have any homework you need help with?"
Your mother scoffed and rolled her eyes, and you just stayed silent.
Heeseung patted your shoulder, encouraging you to speak. Your eyes flickered over to your mom, and she was already looking at you with an evil glare.
You quickly shook heeseung's hand off your shoulder. "I-it's fine, I-I'm fine," you stuttered nervously.
"Y/n, will you excuse us?" Heeseung asked you, and you nodded your head timidly. "Babe, I need to have a word with you upstairs." he sat up from his seat and walked upstairs with his wife following soon after.
"You mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Heeseung asked as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.
"Nothing to concern yourself wi-"
"That's bullshit, and you know it!" Heeseung cut her off.
You were still at the table when you heard heeseung yelling from upstairs. You flinched and wrapped your arms around your body attempting to somewhat comfort yourself.
"She's afraid to even come downstairs. She was literally shaking at the table. What the fuck did you say to her?" He asked as he felt his anger rising.
"I didn't say anything," his wife replied carelessly.
"So she's just been avoiding you for no reason. Is that what you're telling me?" He says losing his temper.
"I'll tell you the reason it's cause she doesn't want to be responsible. She fails all her tests, her room is filthy, and she doesn't take care of anything around the house," she continues with her same old reasoning.
Heeseung sighed in frustration. "At this point, I don't know what to tell you cause everything I say is going in one ear and out the other."
"I understand what you're saying perfectly fine you're taking that bitches side over mine!" she shouts.
"Don't call her that again!" His voice was so loud it easily overpowered hers.
You covered your ears and ran upstairs, locking yourself in your room and hiding under your covers. It felt like deja vu all over again when your mom and dad used to fight. Even though your dad left you and they were divorced, it felt like you were in that same situation all over again.
Heeseung instantly regretted getting loud like that, and when he saw the scared look on his wife's face, he quickly apologized. "Babe, I'm sorry." he walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. "Shh, please don't cry, baby. I'm so sorry." he rubbed her back softly as she encircled her arms around his waist. "Look at me, sweetheart." he gripped her chin with his thumb and index finger tilting her head up so he could look into her watery eyes. "I won't ever lash out on you like that again, okay?" He used his thumb to swipe the tears off her cheeks.
"Okay," she whispers softly.
"Let's just try to get along from now on, yeah?" He pecked her lips, and she nodded her head. "I'm sorry," he pouted. "I'm a big fat jerk, aren't I?" He said to lighten the mood and got a small chuckle from her in response.
"You are," she smiles, knowing her little victim tactic was working on him.
"But I'm your big fat jerk." he smiled and backed her up until she reached the bed frame and laid her down on the bed gently. "Let me make it up to you, yeah?" he whispered and got down on his knees.
"Wait," she sat up on the bed and held his hands.
"What is it, baby?" He gave her a concerned look and rubbed small circles on her thighs.
"It's late. I have to get going." She made an excuse like she always did, just so she didn't have to do anything with him.
"BabyâŚ." He sighed disappointingly as she got up from the bed. "You have to be kidding me." he stood up with a clear look of annoyance on his face.
"Sorry, love, but I have to go, or else I'll be late." She kissed his cheek before leaving the bedroom.
He flopped down on the mattress and sighed. âBye,â he muttered to himself.
Maybe he was overthinking things, but he was starting to feel a bit undesirable. He hadn't had sex with his wife since the wedding, and that was months ago. He didn't want to ever think this way, but he couldn't help it, and he was starting to think he didn't know how to please his woman anymore.
Before the wedding, it was multiple times a week, and he wasn't always the only one initiating either. If anything, she initiated more than he did, but after getting married, his love life seemed nonexistent.
It's almost like the wedding was what made his life complicated. Everything was completely fine before, but now there seemed to be so many other things to account for, and maybe it was his fault for not preparing to have two more people living under his roof, but either way, things had been taking a toll on him lately.
He ran his fingers through his hair and got out of bed, figuring he should probably go check on you after his outburst earlier.
âY/n?â He knocked on your door softly, waiting for you to answer.
"Y-yeah?" You stuttered, still a bit shaken from what happened earlier.
"I'm sorry about earlier. Can I come in?" He rested his forehead on the door when you didn't respond. He sighed before opening it, and he felt terrible when he saw you balled up under the blankets.
He invited himself in and sat down at the foot of your bed. "Your mom left a little while ago, but I want to apologize on her behalf and for what I did earlier." You instantly felt relieved when you found out that your mom was gone, but it'd take a while for you to get over what just occurred. "We patched things up, so don't worry, okay?"
He patted your shoulder before getting up from your bed and walking to the door. "I took the day off from work, so if you need anything, I'll be here." he gave you a half smile and left you alone just in case you wanted some time to yourself.
He went back to his room and took off his work clothes, after calling in, stripping down to nothing but his underwear before lying down on the bed.
Deciding to kill some time he scrolled through his phone for a while. And after that got boring, he turned it off opting to read a book instead.
Some hours had passed since heeseung came to check on you, and you were feeling a lot better. You were glad to know that he and your mom were able to talk things out cause you wouldn't be able to take getting yelled at by your mom and having to hear her yell at him, too.
You looked to your left, and it was the same old story a stack of homework needed to be done, but since heeseung was willing to help you, you decided to take him up on his offer if he was still awake that is.
Heeseung sighed as he set the book he was reading aside. He was bored out of his mind. You were mad at him, and his wife was gone, and there was nothing else to do.
But there was actually one thing he could do since he finally did have some alone time. He wasn't going to let it go to waste. Besides, he was stressed, and he needed some relief cause his wife wasn't doing it for him.
A feeling of guilt rose in his chest for getting off without his wife, but he couldn't wait any longer cause she had been putting him off for months now.
He placed his hand over his crotch and pressed down gently, hissing from the sensitivity when he felt himself shiver from the slight touch. He realized just how long itâs been since he last masturbated.
Shimmying out of his boxers, he revealed his soft cock squeezing his base and working his hand lower until he reached the tip. "Fuckâ he breathed out as he swirled his palm around the head of his cock softly.
Reaching inside his bedside drawer he pulled out a bottle of lotion, pumping a few squirts in his hand, rubbing it up and down, coating his thick length.
"Mmm, that's so good" he tilted his head to the side slightly and pursed his lips as he watched his dick getting harder with every stroke.
He pumped his length faster, groaning quietly as sticky sounds filled up his quiet bedroom.
He licked the pad of his index finger and placed it on his left nipple, rubbing it in small circles. âJust like thatâ he bucked his hips up and fucked his cock into his fist.
He swallowed thickly, forehead damp with sweat already as he circled the tip with his thumb and index finger, jerking his cock faster and faster. âOh shit,â he moaned, slowing his pace, panting as he edged himself and biting on his lip while squeezing his balls with his left hand.
His hips jerked upward, and he couldnât resist the urge to fuck into his palm faster. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit on it, smearing the sticky substance all over his full sack. âOh my fucking god,â he breathed out shakily. âFuck meâ he kept going and going until the feeling of arousal in the pit of his stomach was seconds away from bursting.
You went down the hall quietly and decided to just peek inside his door in case he was asleep cause you didnât want to bother him with your problems. âFuck fuck fuckâ you heard as soon as you opened his door. You gasped at the sight before your eyes, covering your mouth as you stood there frozen in the doorway.
âY/n?â He looked at you wide-eyed, confused and panicked when he saw you standing in the doorway. By the time he noticed you, it was far too late, and he couldnât stop himself from cumming long white spurts of cum. âMmh fuck!â he whimpered at the feeling, his abdomen tightening as he tried to grab his blankets and cover up the rest of his release.
You watched as thick ropes of cum shot out of his pink tip, and that must have brought you back to reality cause you ran back to your room, clutching your heart while trying to catch your breath.
Heeseung rested his head against the backboard of his bed, panting loudly. âFuckâ he knew he really screwed up by not locking the door, but he thought youâd be asleep by now.
He had an internal debate with himself about whether he should go and talk to you or just leave it be, but he supposed he should get it over with while it was still fresh cause the longer he avoided it, the more awkward it would be, and he didnât want you dodging him because you had caught him touching himself.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, putting a clean rag underneath the faucet and running warm water on it to wipe his shaft clean before changing into a new pair of boxers and shorts, along with a shirt.
He prayed that he didnât scar you with that image, and not to say itâd make it any better, but the fact you came in right as he was cumming was like the worst-case scenario.
âThatâs so embarrassing,â he facepalmed and knocked on your door.
You sat on your bed replaying that image of your stepdad over and over again, seemingly not being able to get the sight of his cock out of your mind, and you felt so terrible cause you think deep down there was a part of you that actually enjoyed seeing him like that.
The more you thought about it, the louder the words your mother called you rang in your head, and maybe she was right about you. Maybe you were just a slut cause what kind of step daughter would look at her stepdad in a sexual way.
You buried your face in your hands but quickly sat up straight when the knock on your door brought you back to reality. âY/n, about what happened just now, Iâm uhh, Iâm really sorry,â he scratched the tip of his nose uncomfortably while standing in your doorway.
You did your utmost best to hide the flustered look on your face. You understood why he was apologizing, but he didnât need to cause to you there was nothing to apologize for, at least not to you anyway. âItâs okay,â you smiled at him shyly.
âSo, did you need me for something?â He asked and clears his throat, hoping to gloss over the whole situation entirely.
You nodded and showed him your homework. He was thankful that you still even wanted to be around him after what you saw, and he was more than willing to help you out.
âOkay, letâs get started then.â he sat next to you like the other night, but something about the way his knee was brushing your thigh made a little something stir inside you.
You could hardly focus on what he was teaching you cause you were too busy staring at his body. You could see his hard nipples peeking through his white t-shirt, and your eyes flashed to his smooth-looking thighs. His shorts had ridden up a bit, revealing the flesh to your eyes.
âAre you getting the hang of it a little better now?â He asked once he finished explaining, and you shook your head back and forth as he just smiled and dropped his head in defeat. âWell, itâs getting late. Would you like to pick this up tomorrow night after I get home from work?â
âSure,â you agreed with a small smile. âGoodnight, heeseung,â you whispered shyly.
He turned around and looked at you with a pleasant smile on his face. âGoodnight, y/n. Get some rest, okay?â You nodded, and he closed your door, going back inside his room to an empty bed, but he wasnât expecting any less. He took off his shorts and laid down on the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.
âWow, itâs only eleven, and weâre already done,â heeseung smiled at you. He had just gotten off of work and was helping you with your homework like he promised you last night. âIâm proud of you, kiddo.â he patted your head like you were a little kid, and you pouted. âNow, next week, I want you to finish at least half, and Iâll do the other half deal?â
âOnly if you stay a little longer,â you said and inched closer to him. To your luck, he didnât seem to notice.
âWhy?â He asked to his knowledge all your work was done.
âJust help me organize a little,â you said sheepishly.
âFine, okay, but promise me youâll clean your room after? It looks like a tornado came by,â he laughed.
âStop,â you giggled and pushed his shoulder.
He smiled at the simple interaction between the two of you, feeling happy that you were finally opening up to him and accepting him in your life.
âFine, Iâll be quiet.â he put his hands up in defense while laughing softly.
After you were both done organizing all the mess, heeseungâs phone vibrated in his pocket. âHey baby,â he answers the phone while holding up his finger for you to give him a minute. âNot for another hour?â he frowned. âOkay, Iâll see you later, love,â he hung up the phone. âThat was your mom. She said she wonât be back until later, soâŚâ he said sadly. He knew she was busy working on her own things, but the constant coming home late for the past few months was getting to be quite annoying to him.
The time he had with his wife was basically nothing. He was starting to feel lonely every single day and night. The only thing that kinda cheered him up was coming home and getting closer to you, but that didnât make up for all the lost time with his lover.
You noticed his sad expression, and you felt bad cause you knew exactly how he was feeling. One thing you knew about your mother was every day after work, she went out to drink, leaving you sad and alone, before she met heeseung, she hooked up with men at the bar, and youâre sure she is still doing that to this very day cause nothing about her has changed, not even after getting married to a guy like heeseung.
She was a lost cause ever since the day youâve known her. Maybe thatâs why your real dad divorced her, but you canât say you thought very highly of him because he left you all alone with her.
While heeseung was sulking at her absence, she was probably wasted and in the passenger seat of some random guy's car. Thatâs just the type of girl your mom was, sadly.
You still donât understand how she managed to get a guy like heeseung, so far from what youâve seen. He was sweet, caring, and thoughtful. You hadnât known him for long, but he seemed like a good man.
And you knew it would probably crush him if he found out that she was stealing money from his drawer behind his back and talking about him to her friends. You didnât have the heart to tell him either besides, it wasnât your business to get into. âIâm actually not feeling too well.â he left your room quietly with his head hung low.
Since he was always trying to cheer you up, you decided to return the favor since he liked the dinner you made for him the other day you were going to cook for him. You knew he always ate out most of the time, and that wasnât nurturing for a hard-working man like himself.
You left your room and knocked on his door. âHey, Iâm gonna go out for a while, just so you know,â you informed him.
âWant me to drive you? I donât mind,â he suggests.
âNope, Iâm good.â You politely refuse his offer cause you just wanted him to have a break.
âOh,â he sighed, feeling even more useless than he usually does. âBe safe, yeah?â
âI will!â You smiled and shut his door.
âI guess Iâm not needed by anyone,â he mutters to himself, and he canât help but overthink things about his relationship and marriage with his wife. Things had just been progressively going downhill, and he didnât even know why. âWhatever.â he rubbed his eyes and laid back on his bed. There was nothing else to do, so he decided he might as well get some rest for work tomorrow.
About an hour later, he unfortunately woke up from his nap and went downstairs to see you in the kitchen. âMom not home yet?â He asks as he sat down at the kitchen table.
You shook your head back and forth, and you were getting slightly annoyed by him talking about her all day. âI cooked dinner for you since sheâs not here to do it for you,â you added to show him that you could be there for him when she wasnât.
âWow, okay!â He laughed. âWell, this is a pleasant surprise,â he said once you placed the plate down in front of him.
You bit your lip to hide your satisfied smile. âIâm glad.â You poured him a glass of water and sat it down next to his plate.
âThank you,â he grinned before digging into the food you cooked for him. âMmm, itâs good.â he nodded his head approvingly as he piled up his fork with another big bite.
âYouâre welcome.â You walked behind his chair and placed your hands on his big shoulders, giving him a small massage.
âOh,â he chuckled airily. âWhat did I do to deserve this king treatment?â He asked with an amused tone.
âOh, nothing. Youâre just always doing things for me, so I decided to return the favor.â You used the pads of your thumbs to massage out the tension in his neck.
âItâs nothing for me, really, so you donât need to,â he assures.
âBut I want to,â you whisper and place your hands lower on his back.
âMmm, that feels so good,â he sighed in relief as his eyes fell shut.
âYeah?â You applied more pressure, and he groaned when you hit an extra sore spot.
âYeah, it does feel good.â he leaned forward in his chair so you could reach further down his back. Itâs been a really, really long time since heâs gotten a massage, and your hands worked wonders on him. âReally goodâ
Once you got done with his back, you trailed your hands around his waist and up his wide chest, massaging his hard pecs.
Though what you were doing felt good, it was a bit awkward for him, and it didnât feel quite right. âUmm, arenât you gonna eat?â He asked you. âI mean, your food will probably get cold, so you should eat.â he cleared his throat as you sat down at the table. âThanks again for this.â he smiled at you, but you didnât look at him because of the way he basically told you off.
You ate in silence, and once you were done, you went to your room and left him at the table, confused once again by your ever-changing behavior towards him.
After that initial strangeness on your end, you and heeseung started to get along better despite your little mood changes whenever he brought up your mom. You knew he was married to her, but she didnât act like his wife nor service him the way you did, so why wasnât he looking at you? You did everything and more for him, but you still werenât getting the affection from him that you craved.
You wanted him to praise you for doing your homework and tell you you did a good job when you cleaned, but he merely thanked you and went on about his day. You knew it was irrational to want him to feel the same way you felt about him for you.
But you couldnât help it, and you chalked it up to having a terrible childhood. You didnât get love from your parents, and you always got bullied at school, so when the first person started showing you any ounce of decency, you wanted more and more, and you were willing to do whatever it took to make heeseung notice your efforts.
And since your mom was going on vacation today, this would be the perfect time to make your move.
âWhy do you never tell me about these things?!â Heeseung shouted at his wife angrily. âAll you do is run out of the house. You barely tell me what youâre doing, and you ignore me all the time.â So much for not lashing out again, but after weeks of his wifeâs absence, could he even be at fault for getting angry anymore?
âBaby, I know itâs sudden, but it was for me too, okay? Iâll tell you everything next time. I promise Iâll let you know all my schedules a week in advance,â she told him calmly.
Truth be told, she didnât have any schedules. Her âschedulesâ were simply hanging out with friends or strange men til ungodly hours of the night.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. âI know, I know. Iâm sorry for yelling again.â he frowned. âIâm just so stressed with work, and when I get home, youâre gone, baby. Iâve just been missing you so bad lately.â he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, savoring the last moment with her until she left for a whole week. âJust make sure to answer my calls, okay? And donât leave me on read. You know I hate that more than anything,â he chuckled.
âI promise I will.â he pecked her lips softly.
âDonât go,â he whined. âWouldnât it look better attending your event with a charming rich husband hanging off your arm?â He laughed.
âRight.â She rolled her eyes playfully and laughed. âPlus, you have work.â
âUgh, donât remind me.â he cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed one long kiss to her lips. âIâm gonna miss you.â
âI know, baby, me too, but I have to go.â She pried his arms off of her waist and grabbed her bags.
âLet me help you.â he tried to grab the suitcase, but she took it from him.
âThanks, babe, but I have it, okay?â She rushed out.
âOkay, have fun and be safe,â he rambled as she was making her way out the door. âI love you!â He shouted as the door shut. He walked over to the windows and watched her loading up the car and backing out of the driveway.
Sitting down on the bed, he let out a long sigh, something heâs noticed heâs been doing a lot recently. This was going to be one tough week without her.
Only two days had gone by, and heeseung felt like he was going to go crazy. It was already bad enough that he didnât get to see her after work, but not seeing her at all or being able to cuddle at night was killing him.
What made it all worse was that she did the very thing he hated the most, leaving his messages on read and not answering his calls.
He wasnât extremely clingy or needy, not to his knowledge anyway, but one thing that grinds his gears was being ignored, and his wife had been doing just that.
He went to his contacts before he could tap the call option. An incoming call from his wife showed up, and his face lit up. âBaby!â He answers the phone happily.
She didnât genuinely call him cause she cared. She just wanted him to stop blowing up her phone, especially around company. âHey babeâ
âI miss you. I was just about to call you. Howâs everything been?â He smiled faintly at the sound of her voice, and he felt relieved cause she actually made it a point to call him instead of waiting for him to initiate.
âItâs good, but I have to stay another week to finish some business,â she lied.
âYou have to be kidding me? I canât wait for you that long. I need to see you,â he said in a whiny tone.
âYou will love, I promise. I have to come back for a few hours and pick up some things, so youâll see me this week,â she cheers, but it couldnât be more fake.
âThank god, I feel like Iâm going crazy without you,â he pouted.
âAww, youâre such a lover, boy.â she put her phone on speaker and let her friends hear. They all knew her situation, and they just thought it was funny how heeseung let her use him so blindly.
âYes, I am, but only for you, baby, you know that,â she muted the phone while she and her friends laughed hysterically at his sappy sayings. âBaby?â He asked when she didnât answer. The phone was still connected, so he waited for her a bit.
âOf course, I know. I have to go now, see you next week bye,â she hung up.
âBye, love,â the call ended quickly, and he smiled at the thought of seeing her this week. âCome home soon,â he said to himself and picked up the picture frame of him and his wife together on their wedding day.
Even though you had all this time alone with heeseung, he was always either at work or asleep, and when you asked him for help with your homework, he just told you he was too tired to help you out this week.
So, the whole week went by without you getting him to give you his undivided attention.
But that wasnât enough to make you stop.
For the rest of the time that your mother was away, you washed, dried, and ironed his suits for him every morning. You made sure he went to work with a full stomach and a clean suit. You even went as far as to run him occasional baths so he could relax when he got home from work. âThanks for the bath.â he came into the kitchen with a towel around his shoulders.
âNo problem,â you smiled once he sat down at the dinner table.
You went to grab a fork out of the drawer for him, and you pretended to drop it on the floor so you could bend over and give him a peek up your tiny shorts.
His eyes flickered down for a moment before he focused on the plate of food in front of him.
Once you finally grabbed it, you turned around and smiled at him. âSorry,â you whisper and grab a new set of utensils for him. âHere you are.â he smiled in appreciation while you took a seat.
âItâs hot in here.â You pulled down the zipper on your grey hoodie, revealing the top of your cleavage to him as you fanned your chest and moved your hair to the side. âAre you hot?â You ask innocently.
âNo, no, Iâm good.â he kept his eyes glued to his plate and cleared his throat.
âIâm like really hot,â you exclaim and take off your hoodie, leaving you with nothing but a sports bra on that showed your perky nipples through.
He shook his head and tried to erase the image he had just seen, but unfortunately, it didnât work. He doesnât even know why he was looking in the first place, but it was hard not to when you literally had your tits pushed into his view. âSorry Iâve been so busy this week, but Iâll be able to help you out a little more next week.â he averted his eyes and started a conversation to distract himself.
âTake your time. Thereâs no rush,â you assured him and placed your hand on the back of his, leaving it there for a few moments too long.
He chuckled awkwardly and moved his hand away from you. âYeah, you know it is a bit hot. Iâm just gonna take this to my room.â he got up and took his plate and glass with him.
He doesnât know if his mind was just in the gutter, or you were just being overly nice, or the fact he hadnât been intimate with his wife, but no matter the case, it just didnât feel right having you be that affectionate towards him, sure he wanted to get close with you but not that close.
He was very appreciative of the things you did for him, but at the same time, there needed to be some boundaries cause he canât think of a logical reason for your treatment towards him lately. As bad as it sounds, It was almost like you were coming on to him, and in his sad, lonely state, he could almost feel himself breaking and giving in to you. âWhat am I thinking?â He rubbed at his temples, trying to get rid of the forming headache. âSheâs just nice to me, thatâs all,â he convinced himself and erased it from his mind, trying to pretend nothing odd was happening between the two of you.
âIs there a reason you answered none of my calls?â He spoke to his wife while she was busy packing and not paying any attention to him. She had just got back, and she was already leaving again.
âIâm busy. I canât be here twenty-four seven and answering you at your every call,â she said, annoyed.
âIâm not asking you to answer my every call. Iâm just saying maybe you could text me and at least tell me youâre alright.â he followed her from room to room so he could get the answers that heâs been wanting for the last couple of months.
âSorry, when we got married, I didnât know I was signing up to be your right hand,â she scoffed.
âYouâre fucking kidding me right now. You make it seem like Iâm just calling you all the time,â heeseung defends himself.
âYou do. Itâs been one week, and there are more than fifty calls from you. Itâs annoying when Iâm dealing with my own life,â she groans.
âWell, baby, Iâm sorry. Iâm not trying to be that way,â his tone softened. âYou know that, right?â
âI donât want an apology. I just want you to let me breathe a little.â
âWell, I miss my wife, okay? All I do is sleep and go to work, and at night, I just want to spend time with my girl. Is that really asking so much?â His temper rose once again.
âI really just need to pack right now, okay? Now please move,â she brushed past him.
âNo! You always do this. Just run out whenever you feel like it. You donât ever tell me shit. I mean, come on, youâre daughter is fucking here alone, and you have nothing to say to her after youâve been gone for a whole week? I canât be the fucking crazy one here,â he yells in frustration.
âI said Iâm busy!â She screamed and slapped him across his face.
He looked at her in utter disbelief, the harsh slap echoing throughout the bedroom as the once-heated room began to cool down.
He held his cheek in his palm, and he was at a loss for words. âIâm so sick of you acting like you know everything. You donât know shit youâre just a pathetic excuse for a man.â
âBaby, come on, you donât mean that,â he said quietly. He could get loud sometimes, but he was still very fragile at heart.
âIâm starting to, canât believe I married someone like you in the first place.â The longer she spoke, the more hurtful her words became.
He could almost hear his heart breaking into a million little pieces as he blankly stared at her, packing up her things. âB-but you still love me, right, babe? Youâre just saying that because youâre angry, you donât mean it.â he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker by the second.
âHeeseung, not now. Iâm running late as it is.â Deciding to ignore his question, she zipped up her suitcase and started preparing to head out.
âWhat did you call me?â After they both got married, she never called him anything but babe or baby, so to hear his real name falling from her lips absolutely broke him.
She stood up straight and huffed out a heavy breath. âIâm not going to tell you again. Just leave me alone, and weâll talk later when I get back.â
âO-okay.â he nodded quietly and sat on the bed so he wouldnât get in her way as he watched her pack up the rest of her things. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so much before she left, but the words just didnât come out.
Hours passed by, and he was still just sitting there blankly staring at the wall, wondering what this meant for his marriage.
Years of love and happiness were nowhere to be found these past few months, and he couldnât help but think this was the beginning of the end of his marriage.
He ran his thumb over the gold band on his ring finger as a tear escaped from his eye.
He quickly composed himself when you walked in his room. âI heard what happened just now. Is everything alright?â
âIâm fine, just donât bother me right now,â he said coldly.
You frowned and closed the door, leaving him to sort out his feelings on his own.
After the way he talked to you, you didnât feel like doing much, so you just laid in bed, hoping heâd feel better by tomorrow. You resented your mother even more after the way she treated him. You could see her abusing you cause you were her daughter, and she thought you were a failure, but heeseung never did anything wrong, so what right did she have to treat him so harshly?
You closed your eyes, thinking of ways to cheer him up tomorrow before drifting off to sleep.
Heeseung tried calling his wife the next day just to say he was sorry, but he kept getting the dial tone, so he gave up.
He called in to work again. Thereâs no way he could go to work with this still fresh in his mind cause he couldnât focus, and he knows that would lead to him not getting a thing done.
He heard rustles in the kitchen, and he went downstairs to see what you were up to. âMorning, y/n,â he mumbled while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
âHey, hee, Iâm making breakfast. Would you like some?â He chuckled at the new nickname.
âHee?â It was pretty random for him, but he still thought it was cute.
âYeah, unless you donât like it,â you pouted. âI wonât call you that again.â
âNo, itâs fine. It just surprised me, thatâs all, so whatâs for breakfast?â He joined you at the table.
âYour favoriteâ you served him like you did every other morning. âEnjoy,â you said and winked at him. You went upstairs to grab his laundry and yours so it would be finished by the time he went back to work.
Once you came back, heeseung had finished eating and was sitting on the couch watching TV. âHey, I hope you donât mind. I borrowed one of your shirts since Iâm all out of laundry.â
He turned his head in your direction, eyeing you up and down. âI donât mind at all,â he nods while checking out your exposed chest and your bare thighs.
As wrong as it was, he couldnât deny that you looked absolutely stunning wearing his shirt.
You smiled when you saw him checking you out, and you sat next to him on the couch. âWhat are you watching?â You asked innocently as you brushed your knee against his thigh.
âJust uhh, some show I donât know.â he threw his hand up and let them fall back on his lap softly.
You giggled. âYouâre watching something, and you donât even know what it is?â
âYeah,â he laughed. âI guess so,â he gulped as he looked down at your leg.
He knew damn well what he was watching, but it was hard to even think properly when his shirt was riding up your smooth thighs and just inches away from showing off your underwear.
Fuck, this was so wrong. He excused himself and went to the bathroom to catch a breather. He blamed this on the fact of not getting any for so long, but even he knew that was a trash ass excuse.
He tossed some cool water on his face and dried off with a towel, hoping thatâd give him some type of clarity.
It didnât.
He took out his phone from his pocket and tried to phone his wife, but again, still no answer. But for some reason, deep, deep down, he was almost happy she didnât answer him. âDamn,â he went back to the sofa and sat at least a whole two cushions away from you.
You noticed his distance, but you were determined to get him to finally break for you, so naturally, you moved closer to him once again.
His breath hitched when he saw just how close you were to touching him, and he nearly lost it when you placed your hand on his thigh while focusing on the TV.
A smile finds your lips. When you see how flustered he looks, you can tell he is close to giving in. âI bet youâre tired. Hmm?â You purr next to his ear, subtly stroking his thigh, causing him to release a shaky breath.
âYes,â he tilts his head back and turns to look at you, eyes already glossed over by desire.
âYeah? I bet you just want a break after working so hard?â You use the sweetest tone you can muster while slipping your hand under his shirt and rubbing your palm over his pecs.
âYou have no idea,â he sighs and leans into your touch more.
âI think I have an idea. I havenât heard anything coming from upstairs,â you pout and look at him with a sympathetic expression.
âYour mom's just been busy, thatâs all. I can handle it,â he replied, knowing exactly what you were getting at, and he told a white lie he couldnât handle it.
âI can tell,â you hold in a laugh, referring to the night you had caught him âhandling it.â âWhy donât you let me help?â You placed your hand above his clothed crotch, pressing down on it slightly. âI can see just how unhappy, tired, and lonely you are.â You leaned in and kissed his neck, tipping him off the edge with your words. âIâll do what she doesnât.â You reached inside his pajamas, gripping his shaft, earning a strained groan from him.
Thatâs what did it.
He couldnât resist anymore. You had caught him at his absolute lowest, and at this point, all he wanted was some attention. He just wanted someone to care about him. You were there, and his wife just wasnât.
âYou wanna help your daddy, huh?â The idea that this was wrong completely vanished from his mind in this moment. He didnât care about cheating. How could he when he had his pretty little pliant stepdaughter so eager to make him feel better?
You nodded, getting ready to listen to any and everything that your stepdad desired.
âKeep stroking it, princessâ he lazily spread his legs, giving you more space to work his cock up and down. âWhy do you wanna help me so bad? Hmm, pretty?â His hand came up to your cheek, rubbing it softly.
âCause you deserve it, Daddyâ You bite your lip, arousal already seeping from your untouched cunt as your tiny hand jerks his pulsing shaft. He felt so thick and warm inside your hand.
âThatâs daddyâs good girl.â he laid back, resting his head against the couch, watching you pleasure him.
When you grabbed the waist of his pants, he immediately lifted his hips so you could free his huge leaking cock.
âDaddy,â you gasp from the size of him eyes sparkling when you see just how big he is, and you canât help but stick your tongue out and swipe it over his tip, tasting his salty precum. âHmm, so goodâ you lap at his slit to get another taste.
âYeah?â He chuckles slightly as he cocks an eyebrow tilting his head to the side so he can see the way your tongue swirls around his thick cock head.
You hum, too busy with licking his length to respond properly.
He lifted his shirt up a little higher when you wrapped your lips around him and sunk down halfway, his face automatically scrunching in pleasure.
Strings of saliva trickled down his cock as you forced yourself to take him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks and making sure not to scrape him with your teeth. âFuck princess, youâre sucking daddy so g-goodâ his hand was placed on the back of your head, stroking your hair as you leaned down further, attempting to take him balls deep only to gag once you got a little more than halfway. âOh shit,â he grunted as your throat tightened up on his cock. The sound of you gagging on his length was like music to his ears. âThatâs daddyâs good little girl,â you moaned as you tried to take him again, but he was so big that you choked every single time you tried. But judging by his quick breaths and moans, you must have been doing something he liked.
You held onto his thighs, pulling off his length gripping his base, and tapping his tip on your tongue before encasing his hard cock again. âThere you go precious, take my dickâ he slowly bucked his hips up fucking into your throat, making you gag every time his tip met your tonsils. âGonna make your daddy cumâ he throat fucked you faster, deeper rougher as your nails dug into his thighs. The slight pain only added more to the pleasure as he pushed your head down until your bottom lip kissed his balls.
You almost felt like you were going to regurgitate, but you wanted to please him, so you did your best to hold it down as you felt him twitching in your mouth.
His rough thrusts came to a stop finally after his cock had rubbed your throat raw. âCumming!â You could barely register his words before you felt his thick, creamy seed squirting down your throat and spilling on your tongue. âSwallow princess,â his breath was unsteady as he rolled his hips, riding out his high while you drank his cum like a good little obedient stepdaughter. âThatâs my girl,â he smiles, pulling you off his softening cock and turning your face to him so he could kiss you. âCome here,â he whispers, and you barely comprehend what he says, but your body slowly moves closer to him when you see him awaiting your kiss. âHmm,â he moans, feeling your hot mouth on his and the strong taste of his cum still lingering in your mouth.
You whimper into the kiss, and he grips your waist, easily lifting you up and placing your core right on top of his cock. âDaddy,â you mewl when you feel his hot length pressed between your pussy lips, and you canât control your hips as you start grinding on him.
âNaughtyâ he nibbles your bottom lip and grabs your ass with his big hands to guide your delicate body over his hardening girth. âWanna ride me, is that it?â He groans against your neck, stealing a few kisses while he waits for your answer.
âMmm, yes, daddy.â you werenât even sure what you were asking for. Youâve never been with a guy before cause your mother always forbade you, so all this was new to you, but the feeling of wanting something inside of you was so strong that you couldnât help but say yes.
âLet daddy make you feel good first.â he grabbed your thighs, lifting you up and switching positions on the couch. He stood up for a moment, pulling his pants off the rest of the way and ripping his shirt off.
As you lay on the couch, getting the full view of his bare body, you canât help but gush arousal from your core, and you realize the little glimpse of him you got when you caught him touching himself left so so much more to be desired.
Once he got down on his knees, he spread your legs open and wasted no time burying his face deep into your soaking clothed core, inhaling your strong scent. âYou smell so fucking amazingâ his eyes nearly roll back in his head once he sniffs you again.
You squirmed on the couch from his words, feeling embarrassed. âBaby wasnât so shy to suck daddy off earlier,â he teased, gripping your shorts and pulling them down like you did to him minutes ago. You followed his lead, raising your hips up so he could strip you of your clothing, and just the sight of your little pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing had him throbbing so hard. âYouâre really wet,â he whispers in complete awe of the translucent liquid staining your little hole and thighs. You looked so pretty he wished he could take a picture to capture this moment forever. âYou must really like sucking your stepdad off, huh?â He chuckled darkly, leaving you to feel embarrassed yet turned on at the same time.
âYes,â you reply. He wasnât expecting you to even say anything back, but he wasnât disappointed either.
âThatâs my girl,â he smirked and rubbed over your thighs with his warm hands, getting you nice and comfortable kissing on your inner thighs to get you loosened up a bit more.
You shivered at every single one of his touches, only getting wetter by the second, you bit your lips, whimpering needily as your body began to grow impatient with need for your stepdad.
âDaddyâs gonna make you feel so good, pretty.â Those were his last words before his head got lost between your thighs as he slowly tongued down your dripping folds.
âOh, Daddy.â The loud moan coming from your lips makes him chuckle, sending a little vibration through your core, which gains another unfiltered moan from you. Luckily for you both, he has a mansion cause if he didnât, those two screams alone would have wakened the neighbors.
He reached his hands under your shirt, gripping your soft mounds, adding to the already mind-numbing pleasure.
You placed your hands over his as he fondled your breasts. âFuck heeseungâ his eyes fell shut when you said his name, and he was so close to humping the sofa to relieve the built up tension between his legs, but he wanted to hold it so he could cum in you after he ate you out.
Youâre so lost in pleasure that you mindlessly roll your hips, rubbing your clit on his perfect pointy nose while he slurps your yummy wetness. âKeep fucking daddyâs face,â he rasps against your core. Thatâs what made you notice what you had been doing the whole time, and to say you were embarrassed would be a huge understatement, but you couldnât stop rolling your hips cause his face and tongue felt so good.
He dropped one of his hands between your legs, easily finding your hole and sticking a finger knuckle deep into your wet heat.
âO-oh,â all the air got sucked from your body when you felt his digit invading your insides, and you rode his finger, eyes rolling back while you focused on the delicious feeling of something being so deep inside you, your own fingers never satisfied you the way his were right now.
He looked up from between your legs, eyeing your blissed-out state, the sight making his cock stiff as he plunged another finger inside you, desperate to see and hear your reactions to what he was doing to you.
âMmh fuck!â you cried when you felt your walls being stretched open more than they ever had before. âIt feels s-so good, Daddyâ You close your eyes, too far gone to even care that youâre now shamelessly fucking his face and fingers as you run a hand through his hair.
He wouldnât have it any other way, and the suspicion he once had about himself not being able to please a woman quickly went out the window as he saw you in complete euphoria.
He pumped your tight hole full of his digits, curling them up and caressing your upper walls to bring you the utmost satisfaction. He laid his tongue flat on your clit, and you swore you saw stars heat flooded your whole body, a weight forming in your lower stomach and your body quivering intensely.
All it took was one glance between your legs and the tip of his skilled tongue flicking on your clit to make you clamp down on his fingers as your high took over your entire body. âFuck fuck!â He hummed, encouraging you to let yourself go as you creamed his fingers with your milky white release.
He kissed your clit, praising you as your walls finally let go of his fingers. âMy good girl cumming on daddyâs fingers,â he hums. âCanât get enough of you, princess, tastes too fucking good,â he mumbled into your core, licking up all your sticky wetness until you were clean and covered in nothing but his stringy spit.
âH-heeseung,â you pant his name in broken syllables, trying to regain your composure.
âDid you like cumming on my fingers, pretty?â He laughs softly.
You nod, too shy to tell him how you really feel. âSo shy,â he grins and kisses each of your thighs softly. âAdorableâ
He stands up off the carpet sitting next to you on the couch once again, setting you down on top of his dick, only this time youâre without your underwear. âYou ready for me?â He smirks, feeling your pussy throbbing on top of his dick, knowing you want it.
You nod and immediately hide your face in his neck, which he finds adorable. Heâd never seen someone so shy yet so eager for him. âDaddyâs girl,â he puts his hands on your waist, grinding you back and forth, lubing up his dick for you to sink down on as he wraps his arm around you holding you up slightly so he can slip his cock in your hole. âReady, princess?â he whispers in your ear, his tip positioned at your opening.
He waits a moment and soon withdraws a bit after a minute of waiting for your confirmation. âHey, youâre okay. Look at me.â he held your face in his hands, scanning your worried-looking features. âIf you want to stop, we can,â he said softly and stroked your cheek, eyes filled with nothing but concern.
You felt terrible now cause of his words, the fact that you had led him on without knowing how to please him, and now that he was going to sacrifice his pleasure for your comfort made you feel even worse. âNo, just wanna please you, Daddy.â You roll your hips, but he immediately holds you still.
âYou already did, princess. Just let Daddy clean you up and take care of you.â he kissed your cheek, but you put your hands on his chest, determined to give him what he deserves.
âIâm sorry for disappointing you,â you mumbled. âI wish I could please you, but Iâm a virgin, and I donât know how.â youâre on the brink of tears, fearful that you had let him down or made him upset and your biggest fear was letting yet another person you cared about down.
He looked at you intently, and he couldnât believe what you had said. He was far from upset with you. If anything, he was angry at himself. He didnât know you hadnât been touched by someone else yet, especially cause you were so nice and beautiful. What idiots were passing up someone like you? He wished he had of asked if you were a virgin before doing anything with you cause he could have made your first time so much more special and intimate.
âSorry,â you whisper, tears in your eyes. And his silence was only making it worse.
âNo, princess, donât apologize.â he shushed you and caressed your sides. âIâm not mad at you,â he assured. âIâm mad at myself for not asking and taking my time with you. Give me a kiss.â he leaned in, a sound of approval coming from his mouth when you pulled away. âYou still wanna take care of your Daddy, right?â He smiles when you nod. âThen letâs go upstairs. Let Daddy be the first one to have you. What do you say, hmm? You trust me, right?â
âYes,â he picked you up like nothing and walked up to your room, laying you in your bed.
He quickly shuts the door and locks it just in case while you slip off his shirt from your shoulders. âIâll go slow, okay?â he mutters once heâs on top of you.
You instinctively wrap your legs and arms around him as he bends down, pressing his lips to yours, starting out slow and gradually rutting his cock against your swollen pussy.
He kissed down your jaw and your neck, licking slowly and sensually to build you up for what was to come just so you could come crashing down on his cock when the time comes.
âHee,â whines leave your lips as you etched your nails into his toned back.
He moans on your skin, flicking your earlobe with his tongue, making you shiver before he works his way down to suck your hard nipple into his mouth. âAh ah,â You arch up into him, meeting his slow thrust and rutting yourself on his rock hard dick.
âSo pretty.â He tightly gripped your bedsheets, feeling his need for you grow stronger with each passing second.
A glob of spit falls from his mouth, and he smears it over your tit before sucking it back into his mouth. âSo good.â You place one hand in his hair, the other still on his back as your body silently begs for him to be inside.
Switching to your other nipple with a soft moan, he swirls his tongue in a circle, bringing his hand down to cup your left breast. âSo soft.â his warm breath blows against your chest, making you shiver with need.
âWant moreâ you cry as his length slides through your wet folds. You feel like youâre going to explode if you donât feel him inside you. Though the idea of losing your virginity was scary, the need for him was too strong for you to worry about that, especially when his tip kept poking your hole teasingly.
A relieved sigh leaves his mouth, the words he so badly wanted to hear from you finally coming out. He looks you in the eyes, leaning down to get a taste of your lips one more time. âDaddyâs gonna deflower you now, okay, princess?â You eagerly nod, leaving him with no apprehension as he angles his hips, rutting forward and pressing the head of his cock past your tight entrance.
He grunts from the tightness. Itâs almost unbearable. He can barely move with how you keep clamping down on him, and he already feels like he could cum just from that. âMmm,â he groans, staring at your face, waiting for you to give him any reaction. âAre you okay?â He wills himself to say despite your walls hugging him so tight.
âY-yeah,â you breathe, trying to adjust. He definitely feels big, and you canât deny the stretch is painful, and the pain continues on even when heâs halfway inside or what feels like halfway, but when you look down, you see heâs barely even past the tip, and you feel like youâre going to pass out if you try to take him in all the way. âDaddy,â you moan and squirm beneath him, trying to get him to pull out, but he stays nestled inside you, stroking your cheek and shushing you.
âYouâre doing so good, princess.â With a kiss on your forehead, he bucks his hips, going in deeper. âI swear itâs gonna feel so good soon.â he inches in and out, feeling a little less resistance, but itâs still really tight.
âHee,â you struggle to breathe, gripping tightly onto his biceps from the pain.
âRelax, princess, breatheâ he nudges his nose against your cheek bringing a hand down to your clit to distract you from the slight discomfort. âThatâs it.â he smiles when he hears you moaning softly. âMaking Daddy proud,â he grunts when he feels you squeezing his cock impossibly tight.
Your breath managed to stabilize a bit. Moving your hands to his back, you dig your nails deep into his flesh, trying to hang on for dear life before your orgasm hits. âAll for Daddy.â your high-pitched moans are a sign that youâre really starting to enjoy it now, so he pushed in halfway and stayed still.
âFuck doll, so good for your Daddyâ he looks down, seeing his cock buried in your tiny cunt, and the sight makes drool pool in his mouth. Your wet walls wrapped around him was the best fucking feeling in the whole world. Heâs never felt this good ever. Not even his own wife made him feel this satisfied.
âFeel like Iâm gonna cumâ Your lips pout, and the longer he circles your throbbing clit, the closer you get to having your second high of the night. âIâm cumming!â
âCream on this dick, princess,â he nearly cums with you. The way you grip his cock has his mind in a sub-space. He feels so far gone, too far gone, that just your fluttering walls have him emptying his balls deep inside you. âFuckâ he grunts, his shaft pushing inside you with each rope of gooey cum that paints your walls.
âD-daddy,â you claw at his chest, feeling full to the absolute brim. With the way you squeeze around him so tightly.
âTake daddyâs cumâ he messily kisses the side of your mouth, sticking his tongue inside and exploring you. âYeah? You like that? Being full with daddyâs cumâ he massages your clit, bringing you down from your high as he fills up your hole with every last dribble of cum.
âYes, Daddy.â Your compliance makes him completely melt. He canât understand how youâre so good to him, especially since itâs your first time, and the fact that you were so eager to please him makes him want to please you tenfold.
The slippery, wet sounds coming from your lower half make you tuck away behind your arms, but Heeseung wasnât having none of that. âNo, no, none of that.â he pins your arms above your head, making sure you donât pull something like that again. âYouâre gonna look me in the eyes when I fill you up, understand?â
âUnderstand.â You nod, and it makes him smile above you.
âThatâs daddyâs good girlâ Even after cumming he was still hard. He couldnât seem to get enough of you as he rolled his hips, easily sliding in now due to all the slickness between your bodies. When he bottomed out, you couldnât help but cry continuously in pleasure, your moans encouraging him to speed up his thrust til he found a perfect pace. He pulled out halfway and pushed back in, drawing out more loud moans from you. âSo fucking tight,â he grunts, gripping your wrist tightly above your head while his balls slap against your cum covered ass. âLook at that creamy little pussy swallowing my cock so well.â He moans.
You were writhing on his cock, body quivering in pleasure as you laid there and took what your daddy had to give you like a good girl. âHeeseung,â you said his name weakly. It was all just too much for you to handle. The room felt like it was spinning and everything felt so hot.
âShh, doll, just hold onto me.â he released your arms, and you immediately clung to his body for some type of support and to ground yourself. âThatâs it,â he whispers and kisses your face all over. âSo good for meâ he lowered himself to his elbows, gripping onto the sheets again before fucking into you faster. âAll for meâ
Youâre not even sure what sounds you were making at this point, but you had been completely given over to pleasure as he pounded into you, his sweaty skin clapping against yours and adding to the already filthy sounds in the steamy room. âWant more of daddyâs cum princess?â His hips falter, and this time, you can actually feel him twitching inside you, and it makes your eyes roll back in your head.
âYes, yes, yes! Daddy fuck me full of your cum. Give it to me, please.â Your mouth falls open as little continuous uh sounds leave your lips. Each time his tip kissed your cervix.
âYeah, daddyâs gonna fuck his princess fullâ You clench around him when you hear him grunting as he speeds up his hips fucking into you hard, just how you deserve it. You automatically pull him closer so you can kiss him. If you could even call it a kiss, both of your mouths hung open, moaning loudly as you messily swirl your tongues together.
He thumbs your clit, and you could no longer keep up with the kiss. Despite you not kissing him anymore, he still made out with your swollen lips, swiping his tongue over them and nibbling softly as you both exchanged saliva.
Your arms hung loosely around him, your legs shaking and toes curling as the knot in your stomach snapped and pleasuring shockwaves flowed throughout your body. âOh my god,â he growls inside your mouth as your velvety walls give him the most pleasure heâs ever felt in his life. âKeep going, keep soaking your daddyâs big cock, fuck- cumming!â
âD-daddy,â you stutter against his lips, gripping his waist harshly as he fucks his load deep inside you filling you up with spurt after spurt of his cum.
âOh fuck, so goodâ he kissed you one last time, leaning back to stroke your cheek a little while after he finished, he quickly checked on you instead of marveling in the aftermath. âYou alright?â He asks, looking down at your skin coated in a thin layer of sweat and chest heaving.
You weakly nodded, and he smiled, leaning down to you and kissing all over your chest once he caught his breath. âWas that good for your first time? He asks with a seriousness in his tone. He knew you didnât have any prior experience to compare to, but he still wanted to know if you enjoyed it as much as him.
âIt was perfect,â you croak out, and he canât help the huge grin that takes over his face.
He ever so carefully pulls out of you, biting on his lip as he watches gushes of white leaking from your cunt. âIâm gonna go grab something to clean you up, okay?â He tells you softly, stroking your arms up and down soothingly, yet you hang onto him, not letting him move any further from his spot.
âLater,â you whine, and he feels your body still trembling, and he canât help but smile, knowing that he gave it to you that good to the point you were shaking.
âLater,â he reiterates with a chuckle, ducking his head down to kiss you some more.
And not for one second did he regret anything that he had just done. Even when he saw the gold wedding band shining on his ring finger, he simply slipped it off, putting it on the nightstand before taking you to the bathroom to bathe together a little while later.
âJust like that princess,â your stepdad groans as you bounce up and down on his big thick cock.
This has been going on for the past couple of days. You and heeseung had been going at it like complete animals nonstop. No part of the house was untouched when you were together.
The day before yesterday, he had you bent over the kitchen counter while you were making breakfast. He came downstairs and snuck up behind you, pressing his morning hard-on against your ass, persuading you to turn off the stove so he could stuff you full of his cock and cum, which led to you both skipping breakfast only to go another round in the shower later.
The next day, he took you from behind on the staircase cause when he came home from work, he was too impatient to go upstairs.
Today, he decided to let you ride him on the couch while his wife was still away on vacation. âDoes it feel g-good, Daddy?â You bit your lip, toying with your breasts right in front of his eyes as you bounced up and down on his dick, and the way your tits jiggled with every movement had him completely mesmerized by you.
âFuck yes! donât fucking stop, princess. Daddyâs gonna cum in this pussy againâ Oh, you forgot to mention he had already fucked you on the couch in missionary prior to you riding him.
âGive me all your cum, Daddyâ You rotated your hips, sinking lower on him, making a mess on his stomach and the sofa beneath your bodies.
âFuckâ he hissed, throwing his head back and digging his fingertips into your plush ass as he came for the second time today. âShit,â he grits his teeth, gripping your hips tightly to lift you up and down your ass colliding with his thighs as he finished inside you. Once he was done, he smacked your ass, making you clench around him as his cum dripped out of your swollen cunt and down his pulsating shaft.
âHmm, Daddy,â you whine, still grinding your hips and fucking yourself on his cock.
He lifts you off his lap and chuckles slightly when you whine at the loss of him inside you. âLay down for me love.â
You immediately obey and lay your back down on the couch as he situates himself between your legs, sticking his tongue out flat and slurping up his cum mixed with your wetness. âAlways taste so fucking goodâ he stuffed your cunt full of his fingers, curling them deep inside you and rubbing your walls just the way he knows you like it. âSuck on daddyâs fingers, babyâ he taps your lip with his fingers and slowly guides them into your mouth. You start sucking on them the same way you do to his cock. âGood,â he cooed, going back to licking at your clit.
His hot breath fans your heat, and you swear you see stars when he presses down on your tongue, gagging you with his long, thick fingers.
You feel yourself going crossed eyed as he sucks your clit, bringing you closer to your high you try to say your step dads name, but you canât cause his fingers are shoved deep down your throat, not to say youâd even be able to speak cause the way he finger fucked you was just so good it left you speechless.
He locked his eyes with yours. Loving the nasty scene in front of him, drool was dripping from your lips as you played with your hard nipples.
âCumâ he mumbled while eating you out and flicking his tongue on your swollen clit.
Whenever he said that word, it didnât take you long to cream around him. âYes, Daddy,â you shirked, legs shaking while he worked you through the pleasure. He got a little carried away and continued to lap at your clit to hear your pretty noises some more, âNo m-more,â you cry out, but your plea falls on deaf ears as he sucks on your clit harder. Your body jolts. Itâs a mixture of pain but undeniable pleasure, and before you can protest, another orgasm is rippled from you, and it feels even more intense than the first one as you squirted all over his face. You felt embarrassed and tried to pull away, but he held you close, rubbing his face all over your pussy and flicking your upper walls until he got everything out of you.
âGod damn,â he groans, finally pulling away to catch a breather but diving right back in between your legs, gulping loudly and hungrily, swallowing up all your essence. âSo fucking goodâ your taste was making him feel so weak. You could literally bring him to his knees any time you pleased cause he couldnât get enough of your addictive taste.
He pulled his fingers away from your mouth to open you up. He spread your thighs, cleaning everything up with his tongue, and he was so tempted to lick the residual squirt off the couch, but he controlled himself and opted to lick your hole, hoping to get every last drop out of you.
You were moaning continuously, barely coherent of what was going on, but you knew you didnât want him to stop even if you felt like passing out. âLove this pussyâ he kissed your clit. âFrom now on, this pussy is mine, so sweet, so perfectâ he went on and on about you just burying his face into your cunt, wishing he could drown in your arousal.
âDaddy,â you say, mustering up every ounce of strength to look down between your legs, only to fall back down when you see his warm skilled tongue roaming every inch of your vulva.
âHmm, princess,â his eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the taste of you. Even when his tongue felt sore, he didnât stop. âFuckâ he spat on your crotch, slurping it back up only to do it again over and over, just devouring your hole with every lick and suck.
After five more minutes of your constant whining while he licked you clean, he was hard again, and he finally pulled away to get some relief. âWhere do you want it?â He said, jerking his cock in front of you.
You beckoned him closer, taking his shaft in your hand and rubbing his precum-stained tip on your lips before sucking him inside your mouth. âSo fucking to me,â he grunted while slowly fucking your throat. He reached down, placing his hand on your neck, feeling it bulge when you swallowed him all the way down. âFuck I canât hold it. Gonna cumâ he splutters out, tightly gripping your throat and violently cumming in your precious little mouth. âAh fuck! Mhm- so g-good thatâs it swallow for daddy,â he pants, thighs tensing and balls tightening as he gave you his cum for the third time today. He gently pulled out of your mouth, gripping his base and softly tapping his tip on your bottom lip. âMy good girl,â he breathes out, stroking your cheek as you smile up at him from his possessive words, and you felt happy knowing that you were finally able to please and satisfy someone.
Neither of you were even able to speak after that. he laid right beside you, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your tired bodies, knowing you were far too tired to be concerned with cleaning up, and rightfully so cause he was absolutely exhausted as well.
As fun as everything was in the moment when heeseung laid eyes on his wife once she got back from vacation, he felt incredibly guilty. He felt terrible, especially cause she was treating him so well for the first time ever since the move-in.
His conscience was eating him alive whenever sheâd make dinner for him and go out of her way to make him feel special. One of the worst feelings was when sheâd come to him in the bedroom, no matter if he wanted to or not. He just couldnât get in the mood to do anything cause he knew heâd see your beautiful face and hear your precious moans every single time.
âYou donât want me?â She asks back, hugging him while he sits at the edge of the bed.
âNo baby, i do, I do, but Iâm just so tired right now, okay? We can do something tomorrow, yeah?â he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
She didnât exactly care cause she didnât want anything to do with him anyway, but she pretended to treat him good since she came back from vacation so he wouldnât still be upset with her. She had to stay on his good side for a little longer to collect more money before she filed for a divorce.
She never loved him to begin with. She just saw that he was oblivious and unreasonably nice, and she used that to her advantage to get with him. She had someone younger and better-looking living across the country, and she couldnât wait to leave this hell hole and go live the life sheâs been dreaming of.
âI mean it, anything you want, weâll do it tomorrow.â he turned around, pulling her smaller body to his chest, not even believing the words he was spewing out himself.
âHey,â you say with a shy smile as heeseung enters your room.
âHi,â he says timidly and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants.
You stood up and walked over to him, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him, but he dodged it. âWhatâs wrong? Is my mom here?â You say, confused because thatâs the only thing you could think of that was making him shy away from your kisses. He just shook his head as a no and sighed. âSo kiss me.â You leaned into him, placing your hands on his hard chest and going in for a second kiss, only for him to reject you a second time.
âY/n,â he holds your wrists, pushing you back slightly. âWe canât do this anymore,â he says regretfully.
Your expression morphed into a sad one as you heard him say those words to you. âWhy? Did I do something wrong? I can fix it, I promise.â You drop your hands to his zipper, desperate to right your wrongs, but he just holds you still yet again.
Fuck he thought to himself when he saw you getting ready to get on your knees for him. Always such a good little girl for your daddy. He quickly shook his head, ignoring those thoughts cause that was a thing of the past. Youâd never be his princess again, and he would never be your daddy. From now on, it was strictly a stepdad-stepdaughter relationship, nothing more.
âLook what we did,â he sighs. âI made a mistake, okay?â He lied. He didnât think it was a mistake at all, but he just felt like it was the right thing to say right now. âI-I was just hurt, sad, and lonely, and I did something stupid it meant nothing to me, okay? I have a wife that I love very much, and Iâm here because Iâm asking you not to say anything to her about what we did together.â You did your best to keep a straight face, but it was hard because, yet again, here you were, getting your feelings ignored and overlooked. Even when you did everything to please him, it still wasnât good enough, and maybe everything your mom said about you was true. Maybe you were just useless.
âOkay,â you give him a fake smile and walk back to your bed.
âSo weâre okay? Youâre not gonna say anything to her, right?â He checks with you just to make sure youâre both on the same page, and you nod your head. âOkay,â he whispers. âAnd youâre sure youâre fine? Nothings gonna change between us?â He asks once more before leaving.
âWhy wouldnât I be? Like you said, it was just a stupid mistake people make mistakes.â You shrugged, pretending like the past week you were with him didnât mean anything to you. Unfortunately, it did, and though your initial plan was to just get validated, recognized and cared for, those feelings quickly changed into something more when heeseung treated you like his princess. How could you not grow a liking for him? You knew it was wrong cause he was your stepdad, but he didnât treat you like that. He cared for you in a different way, catering to your needs and making you feel good, something that youâve never felt in your life before, and now that it was being taken away, of course, you cared. It hurt you deeply, but you realized youâd never be important to anyone no matter what you did, not to your parents, not to Heeseung, absolutely no one.
âBut..â he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying something stupid.
He knows he said it was a mistake, but he wasnât expecting you to say that, too. Even though it has only been a week, he did feel a connection to you, something deeper than heâs ever felt before, something heâs never felt with his wife or anyone for that matter, and to hear you say that it was a mistake after you made it seem like you were into him for more than just sex made him feel extremely hurt. âYeah, nothing more but a stupid mistake,â he chuckled and left your room, slamming the door shut on his way out.
And despite having his wife by his side, that same lonely feeling was creeping up on him, and once again, he felt useless, like he wasnât wanted or needed by anyone.
âBaby, come to me,â he called his wife over to the couch. âYou wanna watch a movie with me?â He asked, and she joined him on the sofa, kissing his cheek.
âSure!â She cuddles up next to him, acting extra fake.
âDo you want to pick?â He says, stroking her shoulder lightly, finding it hard to even smile next to her.
âYou can, babe,â she responds as heâs scrolling through the movies. He decided on something that sounded interesting.
He felt nothing but undeniable guilt.
Twenty minutes later, you come downstairs and go into the fridge, grabbing some water.
Heeseung canât help but turn his attention towards you, and he wished he hadnât when he saw you in the skimpiest sleepwear a girl could buy. âFuckâ he mutters under his breath.
âHmm?â His wife looked up at him.
âOh, nothing,â he fake laughs.
You walk back upstairs, and heeseung cranes his neck to the side, staring at you until you were out of his sight.
You came down dressed like that on purpose to show him what he was missing out on. Even if he was just using you cause he was lonely, you still knew he couldnât resist your body, and you were going to make him pay for thinking that you were just there as free use to him.
âHey, y/n, how are you?â Thereâs no doubt you hear your step dads voice coming from the kitchen when you walk in from school, but you pay him no attention, going straight upstairs to your room.
His smile faded as he massaged at his temples, releasing a long sigh.
âI told you you shouldnât have gone easy on her. Now look, she disrespects you the same way she does me,â his wife annoyingly chimes in.
âAnd here we go with this again,â an annoyed expression is visible on his face as he sits up from his chair and goes to your room while she makes another remark under her breath.
This back-and-forth shit was really pissing him off more and more. One day, he and his wife were getting along perfectly fine like before, and then the next day, he was feeling like he wanted a divorce cause she was treating him like complete garbage.
That route was sounding really good right now because before you and your mom came into his life, it was far less complicated, and he was never angry. Now, every day, he was stressed and he was the only one trying to make ends meet just to have a normal family, but he wasnât blind. He could see that wasnât happening because his wife just wasnât the same. There was a time when all she wanted was to spend time with him and treat him with respect and love, but now it���s like she couldnât even stand to be in his presence.
And as far as things go with you and him, he didnât know, but seeing how you thought being intimate with him was a mistake, he could only assume you wouldnât miss him if he did file for a divorce. âY/n?â His voice comes out soft and quiet while he twists the door knob entering your room without any warning.
When you hear his voice, you immediately turn around in bed, not wanting to see his face.
You hear him sigh as the door closes. A few footsteps later, you can feel his weight sinking into your bed. âWhatâs happening between you and me?â He gets right to the point. âBecause you agreed things wouldnât be different, and maybe Iâm blind, but things are so different.â Although he wasnât trying to have a romantic relationship with you, he still missed your guyâs interactions, like cooking together and watching movies while his wife was away, and even though it took a long time to complete, he even missed helping you study.
The boldness of his statement baffled you. Of course, you knew things were going to be different between you and him, so maybe you shouldnât have lied about that. But you did it to protect your feelings, and now that he was coming to you in such a way was more than offensive cause was he really that dense not to know that things were bound to be different after fucking your stepdaughter not once but multiple times for multiple days did he really think he could bathe you after sex cuddle you to sleep and make snacks for you in the morning without things changing between you two? Well, apparently, he did because heâs asking you this ridiculous question, but you supposed if you were in his shoes and used someone for pleasure and emotional support just to ditch them when you felt like it, you understood where he was coming from, but that just made you even angrier. âWhat do you mean?â You sat up and looked at him, sounding completely unbothered.
âCome on, y/n, donât do this, you know what I meanâ he maintains eye contact with you.
âIâve just been busy, thatâs all.â You lie again because there was no point in telling him that you actually liked him. Itâd never work, cause he didnât feel the same for you.
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but even I get busy sometimes, and thatâs never made me act like you or your mom donât exist. Whenever I even try to talk to you, you just shut me out, and itâs really annoying.â heeseung was desperate for your attention at this point. He missed you, your body, the passionate moments you shared, the one-on-one conversations, and the bond he had formed with you over the small time span of a week is what heâs been searching for. He thought he had found that with his wife, and in the beginning, it was damn near close, but after spending just a little bit of time with you, he knew thatâs what heâs been longing for, the way you begged for him in bed made him feel wanted whenever you asked him for help made him feel needed and at night when youâd sleep in his arms he finally found that peace that was able to take away any stress from his long day.
It was selfish trying to string you along while trying to make things work in his marriage, but right now, and maybe he wasnât thinking clearly, but he wanted you. He could see a future in your eyes, one he didnât see with his wife ever.
The only thing stopping him from going through with the divorce was that heâd lose you too, and he wasnât ready for that at all, at least not yet.
You laugh dryly. âNot everyone is like you.â An accusatory tone can clearly be detected in your voice, and when he hears you say that, heâs not sure if he can continue having this conversation with you because he wasnât ready for you to tell him about all his flaws. Cause itâd hurt way too bad. Especially hearing it from you.
âYouâre right.â The weight on your bed lessens as he stands up and opens your door. âIf I can ever help you with anything, just let me know. Hopefully, you wonât be busy too much longer, y/n.â A half smile is the last thing you see before he quietly shuts the door behind him, and you finally allow the tears to gather in your eyes as you lay back down.
Heeseung knew you were lying when you said you were busy. He knew you were ignoring him, or maybe now that you had sex with him, you didnât care about him at all. He doesnât really know, and those are a lot of options to choose from, but at the back of his mind, one made more sense than all the others, and that was the fact that you probably just didnât care about him for real in the first place.
Either way, he was going to find out, he had to because he needed to move on from whatever the hell this was that you and him had going on.
He was having dreams about you, imagining you in his bed. Instead, he even had a dream of marrying you, but he blames that on the fact that divorce has been on his mind lately.
The fact that you and his wife seemed to care nothing about him made him feel worthless as a husband, as a man, and as a stepfather, for what thatâs worth.
But he still tried.
He was currently parked outside your school, patiently waiting for you to get out, which would be any minute now. He wanted to take you on a little drive and just talk about everything thatâs transpired in the last couple of months.
After he checked the time on his watch, he looked up and saw you walking out of the building. His smile quickly fell when he saw a guy next to you with his arm draped on your shoulder, and man, did that make his blood fucking boil. âY/n!â He rolls down the window and shouts for you to get into the car.
Unfortunately, your classmate and bully just so happened to follow you out of class today, hugging his arm around you each time you pushed him away. He just kept pestering you, and you weakly gave in like you always did. âCome back to my place, hmm? You look sad, baby. Let me take it away,â he whispered in your ear, making you shudder uncomfortably, which only makes him laugh in your face. âCome on, I know you want it. Wanna feel my big coc.â a loud horn distracted your classmate, and you looked in the direction of it, immediately relieved to see heeseung waiting at the curb for you, yelling for you to get into his car.
You were thankful that he showed up and saved you from your bully, but you were upset because here he was once again, making you care about him even more when you were trying to ignore all those feelings that you gained for him in only a week's time. âI have to go,â you mutter to your classmate and run to heeseungâs car, quickly getting in and shaking off the yucky feeling from your classmate.
âWho was that?â Heeseung asks, trying to keep his composure.
When you donât answer and choose to look out the window instead of him, his composure had quickly depleted. âI said, who was that?â You still donât answer, and he grips your chin softly despite how angry he is. âLook at me when Iâm talking to you.â he restrains himself from yelling, but he doesnât know for how much longer that will be.
âWhy do you care?â You snap and push his hand away from you.
He clenched his jaw and gripped the steering wheel tightly. âJust cause you wonât tell me doesnât mean I donât already know. Itâs obvious that heâs your boyfriend.â
Your brows furrow, and he continues. âSo youâre just opening your legs for any guy now, huh?â He chuckles sarcastically, and you want to slap him in the face for saying something so stupid. âShould have known, you couldnât go a day without my cock in you, so now you have to get it somewhere else.â
You part your mouth to say something, but instead, you close it, opting to just say nothing. If he wanted to be that dumb, then youâd let him.
âDoes he fuck you better than me?â Heeseung let his jealousy take over his whole body, and he just kept saying stupid shit, but he was too deep in to stop now.
It didnât make sense to you at first why he seemed angry, but you soon pieced two and two together, remembering how possessive he always was when he was with you. You remembered all the times heâd call you his while cumming in you. âSo much betterâ You roll your eyes, you know youâre being petty, but itâs only fair to push his buttons a little if he wanted to say ridiculous stuff about you.
Heeseungâs face drops along with his heart, knowing his suspicions about you having a boyfriend were true. He knew you just used him for sex, and nothing you said to him in between the sheets was real, and he couldnât take knowing that he never meant anything to you in the first place. âIâm sure itâs easy to please a whore like you,â he retaliates.
âOh, Iâm the whore? Says the guy who fucks his stepdaughter and cheats on his wifeâ You scoff, and to think you werenât even having sex with your disgusting classmate made this all the more amusing to you.
âYouâre a real piece of work, you know that. I liked you better when all you did was take my dick and keep your pretty little mouth shutâ Your breath hitched when he said that, and you could feel yourself getting turned on by his words and his dominant aura. It took you back to that unforgettable week when you had him all to yourself. âDidnât you?â His eyes fall on your little skirt, and he canât help but grip your thigh and trail his hand up your dress, cupping your mound.
âDaddy,â you hold his wrist, keeping his hand in place over your pulsing cunt.
Thatâs all it takes for him to start his car and pull around the school building, parking in the closest thing to a blind spot. âBack seat now,â he rushes out, turning off the car and yanking his belt off.
You scampered to the back seat, automatically laying on your back. He climbs in after you, smirking when he sees youâre already in position for him. âThatâs a good girl.â You melt hearing him call you that after so long and it makes a gush of wetness leak from your hole. âBut,â he says, pausing to take off his belt and unfasten his jeans. âYou still have to be punished for giving Daddyâs pussy away.â
You were going to tell him you didnât, but youâre not sure if, in the heat of the moment, heâd believe you, plus you'd rather be punished by him anyway cause itâs what you were used to. âGonna take daddyâs lesson like a good girl?
âYes, Daddy,â he smiles, that weird feeling in his chest returning. He loved you so damn much, always just so good to him.
He rolled your dress up your waist, not bothering to fully undress you. This had to be a quickie cause if your mom came home, he didnât have a valid excuse as to why you two were out for so long.
He swallows the drool that gathers in his mouth when he sees your cute little baby pink panties, the ones he always loved so much cause they always revealed just how wet you were. âPrincess,â his eyebrows draw together, and he basically moans at the sight of your pussy. Heâs missed it so much that he feels himself losing all type of strength in his body, and it was dangerous because any time you wanted, you could have him however you liked.
The time it takes for him to drop his pants is nonexistent. He reveals his hard veiny cock for your eyes to feast on.
You rubbed your legs together, clenching around nothing at the sight. You miss him inside you so much, and you couldnât wait to feel him inside you again after so long.
He throws his suit tie over his shoulder and hovers over you laying his heavy cock on your core teasingly. âWhat to do with you?â He hums. âSuch a naughty slut giving away whatâs not yoursâ he kissed your cheek, brushing the tip of his nose along your jawline, feeling you up while he thought about how to punish you. âYou donât even deserve my cockâ he whispered and licked the shell of your ear.
âDaddy, please,â you whine, already on the verge of tears because you need to feel him so bad your body has been craving him ever since that week you spent with him.
âNo, donât say please now. You should have thought about that when you let another man inside you,â he grunted and pressed his hips into you roughly. âAs a matter of fact,â he leans back and sits on the seat in the back, legs spread open, giving you a clear view of his hard leaking cock. He wants nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him, but now both of you have to suffer because you decided to be naughty. âYes,â he hisses, throwing his head back into the seat while slowly tugging his cock as you sit there and helplessly watch. âSince you wanted to be bad, hereâs your punishment,â he spits on his shaft, using it as a lubricant to work his length up and down nice and slow, quickly checking his surroundings before focusing back on you. âYou can look, but donât touch,â he smirks at you while touching himself, and itâs not even a fraction of when you do it, but itâll have to suffice for now.
âNo, Daddy, I swear I didnât do anything with him.â you instantly tell the truth. At first, the idea of being punished sounded fun, but you didnât know itâd be like this.
âNow, princess, if you keep lying to me, I wonât even let you watch,â he threatens.
âPlease believe me.â You inch closer to him, your round, innocent eyes making him feel weak, but he keeps his ground.
âAnother word out of you, and weâre going home,â he warns you, and you sit there helplessly leaking arousal and watching him touch himself.
You bite your lip to keep yourself from saying something, and you eye his tip wishing you could lick it clean for him, suck him off, and make him feel real good.
âLike what you see? This is what did it for you in the first place, yeah? Walking in on your stepdad getting off, you liked that right? fucking nasty little thingâ he pumps his cock faster, spitting again to wet it up. You moaned quietly when little wet sounds entered the small space of the back seat as his fist met his full balls.
Just touching himself alone wasnât going to get him there, but usually, a little added dirty talk always did the trick, but not even today was that working. He was getting so close, but it wasnât quite working because he needed you. He couldnât get off anymore if it wasnât you. âLift up your skirt, show Daddy that wet pussy, baby,â he commanded, his fist working on his stiff cock desperately.
You immediately spread your legs and pull up your skirt, slipping your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him. âFuckâ He wishes he could just bend you over and fuck into you rough and hard, but you needed to learn your fucking lesson.
You swiped a finger through your slit, gathering your slick on your fingers, giving him a show. âDaddyâs gonna fucking cumâ he looks at you, noticing the tears in your eyes, and he immediately stops knowing he might have taken things a bit too far. He wasnât trying to make you sad or upset. He just wanted you to learn not to give away what was his. âPrincess, whatâs wrong?â He asks with worry, doing a complete 180 in mere seconds.
âDonât want daddy to cum alone, wanna make you feel goodâ he nearly cums from your words alone, and he swears heâd never get used to you being so eager just to please him.
âI know, princess, but you gotta learn.â he cups your face, swiping away your tears.
âDaddy, I promise I wouldnât do anything with anyone else but you. I only said it to make you jealous.â You sniffle and hug your arms around his waist.
He stiffened in your hold, freezing up at your confession. He said all those things to you, and it wasnât even true. To say he felt stupid would be an understatement. âSo you didnât have sex with anyone else but me?â He says, almost afraid to even ask cause the thought of you with someone else other than him made his stomach turn.
âNope,â you reply, rejoicing that his tone was less harsh than before.
âAnd you did it just to make me jealous?â He asks again just to confirm.
âYeah, just wanted your attention, Daddy. Did it work?â You say playfully.
âYeah, it worked,â you giggle softly, tears drying now that he wasnât upset with you anymore. âYou really are a bad girl,â he grins completely relieved, and he doesnât care how naughty you are. As long as you didnât let anyone touch you, you could be as bad as you wanted. âBend over, you little trouble makerâ he released you from his grip, and you bent over immediately, pulling your underwear down for him to have access to your dripping cunt. âNow thatâs a good girl,â he spanks your ass, earning a whimper from you. âStick that ass in the air for meâ You shift a bit more, arching your back and sticking your ass up just the way he liked it. âThere you goâ he spanked you again and smoothed over your plump cheeks with his palms slotting his hard cock between your ass. âTell Daddy how bad you want it, how bad you miss it,â he says in a daze-like state already, softly rutting himself against your supple flesh.
âSo bad, miss you inside me wanna feel you fucking me deep and stuffing me with your cum daddy pleaseâ You donât care how desperate you sound because itâs true you just need him to fill you up whenever he was inside you you felt complete.
âAww, my princess, daddyâs got you.â You felt relieved from his words, your eyes falling shut as you rested your cheek in the backseat, just waiting to feel him deep inside you.
He doesnât want to make you wait any longer than he already has, so without preparation, he slowly starts easing his way in. It feels tight, almost too tight to fit, but when he checked on you, you told him to keep going, and he wasnât about to protest. âAlways so wet,â he murmured behind you, lifting up his shirt and tucking it beneath his chin to watch his dick getting lost inside your tight cunt.
âYes,â you sigh in pleasure. The stretch is a little painful, but you can take it cause it still feels really good.
He lazily rocks his hips, burying himself deeper inside you inch by inch. He loves hearing you whine every time he feeds more dick into you. He always thought you sounded so cute when you took him nice and deep.
He groaned and bit his lip, dick twitching as he feels you clenching down on his cock hard. âFeel good, princess?â his voice sounds far too sweet for what heâs doing to you, but the naughty-to-nice contrast just makes it feel even better.
You moan in response, but thatâs good enough for him. He bends down, placing a single kiss on the back of your neck. âYouâre so tight,â he whispers and bottoms out. âI missed this so much,â he admits. âYou donât understand.â he massaged your hips with his large hands, letting his thoughts run wild. âBeen dreaming about you,â and he may have a habit of saying too much sometimes, but does he care? fuck no, he feels safe with you, safe enough to let his genuine thoughts out for the first time in a long time. âHavenât even touched my wife since I had you.â
âDaddy,â you whine from his confession. Youâve felt the same ever since your first time with him. You dreamt of you and him together every night. âMissed you too.â
Something about that name wasnât sounding quite right to him at this moment. This was far more than just some quick fuck to him. âCall me by my name, angel.â he tilts his head to the side, maintaining that perfect pace, the one he figured out you liked the most, which just so happened to be his favorite too, or maybe it became his favorite because of you who really knows.
You whimper weakly and slowly push yourself against him, matching his sensual thrusts, and somehow, this feels so much more intimate than anything youâve ever done with him before. Despite the lack of space, the location, and the position, this felt raw and real. âHeeseung, it feels so good,â you pant out.
âYeah?â his response comes out in one long breath as he watches you rocking back and forth on his girth. âSo good. Wanna see your pretty face, my Angel girlâ he withdraws from your hole, leaving you clenching and empty, but not for long as he turns you over and slides right back in, both of you, letting out loud breathy noises as he does so. âBeautiful,â he pecked your lips. âSo beautiful.â he guided your legs around his waist, taking his spot between them slowly stroking your silky walls. âGive me your hands,â he says softly. You catch a glimpse of the look in his eyes, and itâs so sweet and tender it makes your chest swell. âI love you.â he clasps his hands with yours. âI swear I do.â he touched his forehead with yours, taking a leap of faith with his confession. Even if you didnât like him that way, he just needed you to know thatâs how he felt about you.
Nothing but warmth flooded your body at his confession. âI love you too, heeseung,â he swears he hears wrong until you say it again. âI love you so much.â
He wasnât the type to cry often, but after hearing that, it was impossible for him to hold it in and seeing him cry made you tear up as well. âYeah?â He laughs slightly, making your heart melt as a tear runs down his cheek.
âYes, heeseung.â he rolls his hips, unable to keep himself still after your confession. He needs all of you. He wants to feel and hear every last precious sound you make for him.
âYouâre perfect for me, so perfect.â he buried himself to the hilt inside you, stroking you deeply, every last inch of him imprinting your walls, marking you as his, as his tip stretched you wide opening you up to take his full length. âFuck angel,â he whimpers, and he felt so helpless as you gripped his cock so snugly.
âMmh hee,â you breathe into his mouth, back arching so far it almost hurt, but it was no concern when you felt his tip softly bumping your cervix. âYouâre so big, can feel you so deep,â you cry out as you place your hands on his pecs, unintentionally stimulating his erect nipples. âLove the way you feel,â you whisper and close the gap between you both. His lips automatically work against yours, and nothing else fills his mind but the need to please you to the fullest.
He moaned into the kiss, sweat building on his forehead as that pleasuring tingling sensation crept up on him. He felt so good, so warm, so safe and secure in your presence. âY/n, Iâm- oh, Iâm cummingâ he breaks away from you, strained groans falling from his lips as you feel him twitching inside you, the mix of him stuffing you full of cum and the way his abdomen grinds against your clit sends you to your end, little pleas and whimpers coming from your shaking figure as you feel full of nothing but love. âThatâs it, baby, let go,â he says while rotating his skilled hips.
âHee.â You moan, running your hands through his damp silky hair, and then place your palm on his cheek. He immediately nuzzles his face into your touch as his eyes flutter close momentarily when they open again. They are full of nothing but adoration. Thereâs no denying it. âI love you.â
He smiled shyly. âLove you too,â he mutters, and you both laugh in happiness together in the back seat of his car behind your school. Not where you thought youâd be today, but neither of you were complaining.
âHome?â He asks you after you both calm down a bit.
âYeah,â you swipe your thumb over his bottom lip affectionately. âHomeâ
He grins excitedly, kissing all over your face. Heâs probably a little too excited, but he canât help it cause the weight heâs been carrying finally feels nonexistent, and youâre finally in his arms again, and thatâs all that ever mattered.
When you both arrived home, it was no surprise that your mom wasnât. Once heeseung saw the coast was clear, he back-hugged you at the door. âJust you and me, angel,â he whispers in your ear. âShower with me.â he kissed your neck, rubbing his palm over your stomach, making you feel butterflies all over. âPlease.â he tightened his grip on you, making it even harder for you to say no.
âWhat if-â
âShh, donât worry about that, just come with me,â he says in your ear, and you caved in immediately.
âOkay,â you say as he steps to your side, ducking down to hook his arm around the back of your leg. You instinctively put your arm around his neck as he lifted you up bridal style and walked you upstairs.
âHee,â you giggle and push your face into his neck, tickling him.
The shower was filled with nothing but loving touches and soft, breathless laughter as you both took turns washing each other's bodies.
Once you finished, you helped each other get dressed, and you went downstairs hand in hand. He ordered food, and you both waited on the couch for it to arrive.
After eating, you both cuddled up to each other on the couch and watched TV, sharing kisses here and there, but you couldnât fully relax knowing that your mom could be home any minute. âHee, I know you said not to worry, but wha-â
âMmm, donât worry, angel. I checked her location. Sheâs still forty minutes out.â he kissed your temple softly and laced his hand with yours.
âOkay,â you murmur softly and hold onto him, seeking his warmth as you lay your head on his chest.
This.
This feeling is all heeseungâs ever wanted.
âWhat have you been doing while I was away?â Your mother is currently standing in front of you, interrogating you about why heeseung has been treating her so differently lately. âWhat have you told him?â She raises her voice, not bothering how loud she gets cause heeseung was at work, and there was no one to hear your cries or protect you.
âMom, I havenât told him anything. I swear he doesnât know,â you reply, tears gathering in your eyes as you tuck your knees to your chest.
âThen why wonât he touch me? Why is he not talking to me?â she steps closer, gripping you by your hair tightly, making you whimper in pain.
âNo, Mom, please,â you beg, on the verge of crying when she smacks you across the face.
âQuit lying!â She screams and yanks you off your mattress, when your knees hit the carpet on the floor you wince in pain. âWhatever you did, fix it. If he finds out, Iâll lose everything, so you better keep your mouth shut, you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME??!â you nod your head weakly, but just for good measure, she goes to your window, grabbing the wand, and detaching it from your blinds.
âMom!â You cry out as she whips your bare skin, avoiding your arms and legs on purpose so no one would notice. âPlease,â you beg past your tears, pleading with her to stop, but she doesnât. She never does. âI wonât say anything,â you choke out, tears running out as she ignores you and keeps hitting you ruthlessly. Your body shook on the ground, and you couldnât do anything but sit there and let it happen. Sheâd probably kill you if you ever tried to fight back.
âRemember what I told you,â she huffs out a breath, tossing the rod on your body, making you flinch before she walks to your door, leaving you a hyperventilating mess on the floor. âIâm going out. Donât you dare say a word to him when he gets back, or else next time will be so much worse.â
Heeseung came home in good spirits after work. His wife was gone, and he knew youâd be home at this time.
Itâs funny, less than a month ago, heâd be sad that his wife wasnât home, but now he didnât much care as bad as it sounds, he just didnât feel anything towards her anymore, not like he used to.
He walked upstairs, taking a peek inside your room. Pouting when he saw that your back was turned and you were sleeping, but it was okay you probably needed to rest. He knew you had a habit of working your little brain over time.
He cleaned up a bit and went to his bed, killing some time with a little bit of light reading before bed.
You shifted uncomfortably in your sleep, and you woke up from the slight ache in your body. The pain definitely wasnât as bad as it could have been, but it wasnât the best feeling in the world.
Your eyes landed on the clock. They lit up once you realized it was half past ten, and heeseung had gotten home a little while ago. You sprung out of bed, running to the bathroom to bandage your wounds and wash up.
When you were finished, you immediately went to his room, opening the door right away, not even concerned if he was still awake or not cause you were just too excited to see him. âHey!â He smiles as soon as you enter and playfully jump on his bed.
âHi,â you smile and rest your face in your palms, happily kicking your feet.
âCome here.â he sets his book on the nightstand and takes his glasses off as you climb up on his chest, burying your face in his pecs, making him chuckle from your cuteness.
âMiss you,â you say, muffled into his bare chest, listening to the soft bass in his voice when he laughs.
âI was just about to say that.â he placed his large hand over the small of your back, stroking it lightly as you trailed his chest muscles between the opening of his unbuttoned shirt.
You scooted back on the bed, leveling your face with his crotch area as he cocked his brow, watching you settle yourself between his legs as you rested your cheek on his thigh, eyeing the soft bulge in his pants.
You rubbed his thighs up and down teasingly, nudging your cheek on his clothed cock. âAngel, what are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â You giggle and pop open the button on his black suit pants and pull down the zipper.
His expression turns dark instantly as he watches you. âY/n,â he groans as you grip his semi-hard cock.
He lifts his hips up ever so slightly to bring his pants further down for you.
You peel back the fabric covering the tiny hole in the front, drool pooling in your mouth instantly at the sight of his thick veiny girth. Pursing your lips, you pull his cock out, kissing it immediately, and he moans quietly from the feeling of your soft warm lips running along his hard leaking cock.
You licked the tip clean as you pumped the lower part and playfully tapped his thick head on your lips, a thin string of precum sticking to your pretty plump lips. You quit with the teasing and open your mouth wide, taking him balls deep right away.
His legs tremble when he feels your warm, wet mouth taking him deep. âAngel, your mouth feels like heaven,â he breathed out, listening to the sounds of your mouth slurping and sucking on his hard dick.
âYeah?â You say when you pull off him with a pop to take a small breather.
âYes,â you could feel yourself throbbing when you hear his high-pitched, whiny voice, you loved hearing him get like that for you.
You twist your wrist, fisting his cock as you trail your free hand to the hem of his shirt, pushing the material out of the way. You lean down, sucking a nipple into your mouth, earning a loud groan from him. âWhat the-fuck!â he moans, unable to comprehend the pleasure heâs feeling. His wife has never ever done anything like what you are doing to him right now. Heâs never felt so much pleasure at once. The way you paid close attention to every little detail about him made him love you oh so much more.
You hum against his chest, flicking each of his nipples with the tip of your tongue, making him squeeze your waist as you pump his dick faster.
You replace your mouth with your hand, still stimulating his nipples while you wrap your mouth around his cock once more. âOh fuckâ his whimpers fill your ears, and youâre more than pleased that heâs so vocal it just lets you know that youâre the one making him feel so good that he just canât keep quiet.
âY/n, can you?â he immediately shuts his mouth, feeling way too embarrassed to admit what he really wants. He always wanted to experience the feeling, but he never dared ask his wife in case she thought it was weird, and even though he trusted you with his life, he still didnât want to make you uncomfortable.
âHmm?â You hum around his dick, swirling your tongue on the tip.
âItâs nothing,â he lies.
âHee, come on, you can tell me,â you say softly after pulling off him momentarily.
When you ask so prettily, he canât resist telling you, even if that meant youâd stop what you were doing to him. âMyâŚâ his face gets hot, and heâs actually not sure if he can go through with this. âSuck..â he muttered, guiding your hand to cup his balls, moaning loud at the small contact.
You grin lustfully and lightly squeeze on his full sack, earning a whimper from him. âWant me to suck your balls?â He nods shyly. âYeah?â
âYes, please,â he loses his voice the instant you suck one into your mouth. âUhh, thatâs it,â he moans, eyelids drooping even more from the pleasure. âKeep sucking on my balls, angelâ he peeled his shirt to the side, fondling his nipples while you jerked him off and inhaled his balls, sucking on them lightly, and youâre doing such a good job he feels like heâs in heaven. âGonna cum soon,â he losses himself, mouth hung wide open and whimpering loudly while watching each of his balls disappear into your petty little mouth.
You quickly put your lips back on his tip, awaiting his cum on your tongue while fondling his heavy balls. âTake all my cum, angelâ he pinched his nipples hard and shot his thick milky load in your throat, his hips involuntarily bucking up to gently fuck your mouth as he filled you up, moaning your name over and over again, it felt so good that his toes curled down into the mattress, muscles twitching and body jerking with each spill of seed as his balls continued to throb on your bottom lip while you hungrily swallowed all of his hot cum.
Sucking him through his high, you release his soft cock from your mouth and lick the corners of your lips, collecting all his cum before kissing his tip one last time. âGood?â You smile mischievously, already knowing his answer.
âSo good,â he huffs, eyes lidded and filled with love.
You began tucking his cock back inside his boxers. âNo.â he reached for the waistband of his underwear, getting ready to take them off cause it was your turn now. âIâm gonna make you feel good too.â
âItâs fine,â you tell him, remembering the wounds on your skin. Thereâs no way you could let him find out what was happening behind his back. Your mother would never forgive you.
He looked at you, a hint of disappointment in his eyes from your lack of enthusiasm for him. âDo you just not want toâŚ?â he lifts his slacks back around his waist.
âNo, itâs not that I just wanted to do something nice for you, nothing in return.â you hope he believes what youâre saying. Of course, you want him, but even your horrible mother had to get in the way of your relationship with heeseung.
âWhat? Thatâs nonsense. I want to give you something in return,â he says and reaches for your shirt, but you flee from his touch.
âHeeseung, itâs really okay,â you lie.
âSoâŚ. you just donât want me?â He says, clearly confused.
âNo!â Youâre quick to clarify. âOf course I do!â
âThen get back over here,â he giggles, relieved that you werenât telling him off.
You try to scoot off the bed, but he quickly catches you. âGot you!â he smiles while hovering over you.
âLet me go!â You giggle and squirm, but itâs no use. Heâs far too strong for you.
âYouâre all mine now,â he giggles, and as soon as his hand makes contact to tickle you, you wince in pain.
Shit.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?â He pouted and leaned back, making sure he wasnât crushing you.
âNo, Iâm fine.â you gripped the hem of your shirt, making sure he couldnât lift it up.
âY/n, whatâs going on?â He says sternly thereâs definitely something more going on. You saying you didnât want anything in return the strange behavior, and now youâre covering up.
âIâm just tired, thatâs all.â you come up with every lie on the spot. The only problem was that not a single one was believable.
âThen let me do all the work.â he gets back on top of you, and even though you try to hold your shirt down, he immediately lifts it up, breath hitching when he sees the wounds on your skin. His eyes flash to every one, and his brows crease together. âAngel,â he whispers in shock, eyes going wide as the room falls silent while he runs his thumb over the bruise softly.
You lean back immediately, covering yourself and hugging your knees to your chest with tears gathering in your eyes.
It was silent for a half minute before he cradled you in his arms. He didnât say anything and waited before he jumped to any conclusions about what exactly happened. âPlease donât cry,â he says softly and strokes your hair, but it was too late. Tears were already running down your face from fear, anger, and embarrassment. âTell me what happened when youâre ready, okay?â He smoothed over your thigh and patted your back, kissing your head gently.
After a few minutes, you calmed down a bit. He leaned back, analyzing your broken expression before kissing the tears away from your cheeks. âIâm sorry,â you sob quietly. Thoughts begin stirring in his head about what you could possibly be sorry for, and no matter how anxious he was, he simply waits for an answer cause he doesnât want to pressure you into speaking if you donât want to.
Your cries were literally breaking his heart. He just wanted to know what was wrong so he could try to fix it. âShh, just breathe, okay? Iâm here, y/n, Iâm here.â he kissed your forehead, reassuring you over and over that he was there for you.
âPromise you wonât tell my mom, and you wonât be mad?â You hug him closer, thinking that he might run away after you told him the truth.
That was a big promise for him to keep, but heâd keep it for you. âI promise.â
âMom,â thatâs all you said, and you felt him tense up, which made you clutch onto him tighter.
âAngel, what are you saying?â If you were implying what he thought you were, then heâs not sure if he could keep the promise that he just made.
You wordlessly revealed the bruises on your midsection, and he clenched his jaw.
âYouâre saying that my wife y-your mom did this to you?â His voice was laced with pure disgust as he examined your poor state. âN-no,â he shook his head back and forth in denial, not because he didnât believe you but because you were going through this, and he had no idea you were suffering all alone. âAngel, no,â his eyes shook, tears welling in them as they turned bloodshot, but his sadness quickly turned into pure anger at the thought of your mother hurting you like this. âYou canât really expect me not to do anything about this!â
âHeeseung, donât please,â you cried.
âNo! You canât keep going through this,â he yelled, and you flinched. âFuckâ he mutters softly. âIâm sorry I didnât mean to scare you, Angel. Iâm just worried about you, thatâs all.â
âDonât, Iâll be fine. Itâs nothing new anyway.â you zipped your mouth after that, trying not to reveal anything more, but it was too late.
âHow long?â He asked, running his fingers through his hair.
âSince before I met you,â your lips wobbled, your body shaking with fear and anxiety.
Now everything made sense. No wonder your mom treated you like that. No wonder every time he stuck up for you, she got upset. âHey, look at me,â he cupped your cheeks, smiling slightly because at least now your suffering would all be over. He was going to make sure you never got harmed by anyone ever again. âIâll protect you.â Youâre not sure how heâd go about doing that since every time he left for work, sheâd hit you, but you trusted him. The look in his eyes made you believe that his words are true and that heâd protect you. âOkay?â He cupped your cheek, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips.
âOkay,â you whisper against his mouth and go in for another kiss.
He hums, letting you take the lead. He wasnât going to make any moves that might kill the moment or make you uncomfortable.
You deepen the kiss, leaning into him more and placing your hand on his thigh. He matched your movements easily, keeping up with the slow pace of things.
You whine, and he grabs your thigh, pulling you onto his lap. Immediately you roll your hips, humping the bulge in his slacks. âAre you sure you want this right now?â He asked while rubbing your hips.
âYes, want you to take the pain away,â you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck. âNeed you, Seung,â you moan, feeling his cock brushing against your clit through your clothing.
âI will, angel, I promise,â he whispers, entranced by you, and he needs you just as much as you needed him, if not more.
âI love you so much,â heeseung confesses. Your clothes long gone, his wedding ring far away from his finger as well as his picture frame from the wedding facing the wall, and he looks into your eyes so lovingly while stroking your cheek with his thumb and rolling his hips, reaching the deepest parts of you.
âI love you too, Seung,â you say breathlessly, your high feeling closer than ever as he runs his thumb over your clit.
âIâll never let anyone hurt you ever again,â he promises and ducks his head down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, sealing all his love for you in that moment.
âHee,â you whimper his words, taking you right to the edge as you spasm around him.
âClose, angel?â He moans, using every muscle in his body to make you feel good. He made out with your pretty wet folds earlier, stretched your beautiful hole open just right so he could make you feel full to the brim, and he kissed every single bruise on your precious, delicate skin, taking the pain away and replacing it with his love for you everything about this night was beyond perfect and not a second went by where you didnât feel loved by the man above you he was so perfect and you made sure he knew it.
You nod confirming his words. Just seconds later, you release on his length, making you both gasp out and cry in pleasure as he messily locks lips with you again and again.
âLove you, seung, love you so much.â you breathe into his mouth, teeth clashing together, but neither of you can care, too caught up in this moment of complete bliss and euphoria.
âLove you too, my precious y/n,â strangled moans leave his lips, the first rope of cum spurting inside you, covering your insides white. The second one follows, and you feel that warmth that you loved so much, that feeling that only he could give to you.
When you see the tears in his eyes, you cry with himea, and he smiles at you.
He wraps you up in his arms, sharing his warmth as your highs take over your body. Heâs still lazily rolling his hips and softly playing with your little pearl until you both reach your highest point and slowly come back down.
When the initial pleasure fades, he nudges your nose and finds his face buried in your neck. Youâre both panting heavily and exhausted from lovemaking, and all you want to do is bask in each other's arms.
And thatâs what you do, but the risk of getting caught is too high, especially cause youâre both in his bed. After you fall asleep, he takes you to your room and quickly changes the sheets so your mom wonât notice anything and goes back to sleep. He wishes you could be there with him, but heâd make that happen really soon.
âWhat is this?â Your mother barges through the door angrily, catching you and heeseung on the sofa holding each other. You quickly jump off his lap in shock, heart racing uncontrollably in your chest meanwhile, heeseung sits still, hiding you behind him. âHow could you do this to me heeseung?!â She fake cries using her little victim tactic, except this time, it doesnât work.
Usually, when heeseung heard his wifeâs cries, it broke him to bits, but now he could only chuckle because of her nerve. Earlier in the morning, you had opened up to heeseung about everything that had been going on cause he deserved to know the full truth, and when he asked you to tell him what had been happening, you told him everything straight from the beginning.
And normally, it would have been upsetting for him to hear that his own wife was cheating on him, but he had no feelings other than relief from knowing she gave him just another reason to file for divorce after he found out the things she had done to you he had no love in his heart for her not even an ounce.
He never suspected his wife of being a cheater. He always trusted her no matter how many times she went out without telling him her whereabouts, but it also wasnât a surprise when he found out cause the dots were connecting now. He no longer wondered why she was gone cause now he knew she was out cheating or hanging out with friends and spending his money. No wonder she didnât want to treat him like a husband. Itâs because she had someone else on the side. No wonder she didnât want his body, no wonder after they got married, she showed zero interest in him. Now, he knew it was all just a ploy and a scheme to get half his assets and leave. Boy, was he blind, but thankfully, he now had you to show him to truth. Now he had someone that actually appreciated him, and instead of regretting his whole marriage, he was thankful for it cause itâs what ultimately led him to you, and he wouldnât change it for the world.
âHow could I do this to you?â He stands up and folds his arms an amused smile on his lips. âShouldnât it be the other way around?â
âW-what are you saying?â Her eyes shake between you both, and before anything can get thrown her way or accuse her of anything, she puts her dirty little plan in motion. âI canât believe youâd break up the family like this, and I never thought Iâd say this, but heeseung, I-I want a divorce!â
When he doesnât give her the desired reaction is when she finally shows her true colors. âYouâre right. It is the other way around,â she laughs, and heeseung canât believe he ever even thought she was beautiful cause now everything about her was mean, ugly, and evil. âBut at least now Iâm finally free away from you both. You disgust me. I only ever stayed for your money. I never loved you. You know why I never had sex with you after we married? Itâs because I despised you and I hated how I had to be attached to you, but in the end, it was all worth it cause now I get to live my life far away from you and that disgrace of a daughter of mine now I can live with the man of my dreams, and you can stay stuck with that disgusting bitch!â She yells at you, and you flinch, tears stinging your eyes cause through everything, she was still your mother.
âFunny how you call someone else a bitchâ he laughs. âAre you done? Cause if you are, get out, and if I ever hear you call her out of her name again, I wonât be as nice.â Heeseung puts a protective arm around you for comfort. He could only imagine how you were feeling. Hell, it was hard for him, and he was just her husband, but as a daughter, it must feel so much worse.
âNot till half of everything is mine,â she states confidently.
âAll yours.â he doesnât fight back cause he has one little trick up his sleeve that neither of you knew about.
âHeeseung,â you whisper to him. He couldnât just give her everything after what sheâs done.
âItâs okay, angel, I got us, I swearâ he kissed the crown of your head, and she scoffed.
âI want all my stuff packed by morning and I expect you to be nowhere in sight.â She turns on her heels confidently, striding out the door.
âCome here, angel, donât mind anything she says, okay? I love you, my precious Angel, and youâre the furthest thing from any of those foul names she called you.â he rubs your cheek softly, and you melt into his touch. It would be hard moving on from this and living a life without your mother for the first time, but with heeseung, you felt like you could do anything. He made you feel safe, and he always knew the right words to say to make everything better.
âI love you, hee.â You hug him tightly, inhaling his scent, never wanting to let him go. You both sat in silence, taking everything in as he promised heâd do his best to make you feel loved the right way. âBut what about all your stuff? Are you really going to let her take it all?â He just smiled at you, appreciating your concern for him and his belongings, but he had that covered too.
âAngel, I have cameras throughout the entire mansion so anything sheâs ever done is on tapeâ he never once in his life thought that heâd have to use his cameras for abuse in his own family, but unfortunately, thatâs what itâs come to, and though this would be a long grueling process in the court for you and him, he just knew after everything you both could live happily ever after, he could show you what real love felt like and he would keep you safe from all your mother's đ°đŤđ¨đ§đ đđ¨đ˘đ§đ đŹ.
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casual (1) || gojo satoru x reader
chapter 1: i like the way you kiss me
synopsis: Getting recruited for a double position as a teacher for Jujutsu High in Tokyo and a strategist, tasked with assigning missions to sorcerers in the region is the perfect situation for you. It pays well, it's well regarded, and it's as safe as possible â by sorcerer standards, anyway.
There is one problem though, and his name is Gojo Satoru. The one who's supposed to collaborate with you and answer to you.
The one you can't keep your hands off...
word count: 9.5k
genre: 18+, friends with benefits to lovers, coworkers to lovers, canon divergence, smut, emotional slow burn but they fuck like rabbits
warnings/tags (chapter): fem!reader (she/her pronouns, reader is afab), takes place ~5 years before jjk0, teacher!reader, sorcerer!reader, canon-typical violence, mild angst, smut (semi-public sex, fingering [fem receiving], vaginal sex, sorta dom!gojo, corruption kink if you squint), mentioned slut shaming (not the sexy kind), gojo satoru is a little shit
A/N: This is quite the Behemoth of a first chapter, I'm sorry to say. I love really long chapters, but I can only hope you all do too and this isn't too intimidating! This is a fic I've had in mind for ages and finally got around to start an outline for and actually write it. There are actually a couple of drabbles here and there on my blog for this couple already, happening at various points of their relationship.
I really hope you will enjoy this first chapter!
âMake use of Satoru Gojo however you see fit.â
Such are the first words spoken to you by the higher-ups, at the end of an exhausting recruitment process. You nod sharply at the instruction.
âDuly noted.â
Truth be told, you donât see why they need to specify it. You had assumed that went without saying from the very beginning.
The job offer had, at first glance, been for a strategist who would work directly under the higher-ups for the region of Tokyo. Devising teams, advising the council, and assigning missions were supposed to be the main tasks you would have to fulfill.
âSupposedâ because, when you were one of only three candidates left, the higher-ups had revealed that there was, in fact, a second role you would be expected to perform. One that you had not imagined would be available for decades.
A new teaching position at the Tokyo Jujutsu High School was opening up, though you couldnât understand why for the life of you. You had no connection to the establishment yourself, having left Japan as a child and trained abroad your whole life, never returning for more than a couple of months at a time, yet you knew, as did the entirety of the sorcerer world, that Satoru Gojo had been appointed there less than a year before. Well, rumor had it that he had appointed himself, and you had to wonder if that was why they were keen to have a more⌠traditional teacher by his side, since firing him was an option.
In that case, your lack of ties to Satoru Gojo, Masamichi Yaga and to the Jujutsu Headquarters could explain why your name ended up being the last one on the ballot. You were the best placed to be an independent monitor.
The distorted voice keeps going, bringing you back to the present.
âUnless stated otherwise, always send him to battle first.â
You school your face so you do not let any emotion appear, though the statement surprises you. You have to assume that they donât mean for any mission you receive, because that would be catastrophically ineffective. Then again, sending him on Grade 1 missions, if he is available, makes some sense.
âReport to us if you encounter difficulties with him,â the voice adds before falling silent without elaborating.
You understand, from the finality of their tone, that you have been dismissed, and bow your head, your movements polite and sober.
âThank you for the trust you are placing in me. I will not disappoint you.â
âWe know you wonât,â another sepulchral voice answers.
In the dark, candle-lit room, it sounds sinister enough to chill you to the bone. You wait just a second longer, in case something needs to be added, before turning on your heels and walking away. No one calls you back, and youâre more relieved about leaving the room than you would like to admit.
Outside, the summer sun is high and bright. You tilt your head backwards and close your eyes to let its rays warm your face. It will take a while before the cold instilled in you in that meeting room dissipates.
Youâre expected in Jujutsu Tech by the end of August. Being a teacher there is as close to the ideal position as it gets, for a sorcerer. The pay is excellent, the risks minimal, and it commends great respect from the society at large. You have no doubt that, had the offer been for that position in the first place, numerous sorcerers far more qualified for teaching than you are would have thrown their hats in the ring. You wouldnât have made it past the first interview.
You got lucky. Just this once, youâre going in the right direction.
You inhale deeply. For the first time in a long time, you no longer envision your life as an endless successions of missions, countries, and houses that never become homes.
For the first time in the long time, you think you have a future.
There is a spring in your step when you make your way down the stairs, away from this freezing place and the ghouls that haunt it.
Behind you, the Headquarters; ahead, Jujutsu Tech.
Masamichi Yaga is a cautious man. His handshake is warm and firm when he greets you, and though his voice is calm and steady as he guides you through the hallways of Jujutsu Tech, he remains evasive. He provides all the information you might need, answers any question you have when you ask them without missing a beat, and yet you can tell he is guarded, keeping you at armâs length.
You cannot determine why that is with certainty, though you have a handful of hypotheses. It could just be that he isnât used to the presence of strangers. Dealing with a total stranger is a rarity within sorcerer society, even more so in Japan. You doubt that he would know anyone who could talk about you, let alone vouch for you. You understand why that would make you a suspicious character.
Another option is that you were forced onto him as a member of his staff by the higher-ups, though you havenât heard anything about that. With you being a complete outsider, he would not have any valid reason to outright reject your presence, not when his only teacher is frequently gone for days at a time, but that would not mean that heâd be pleased with it â or view you as trustworthy, for that matter.
The third possibility, of course, is that he just finds you off-putting.
âColdâ, thatâs how you are often described by the people around you. You donât do it intentionally, but you also cannot pinpoint what it is that you do âwrongâ. Something about your tone, your expressions, or lack thereof, your cold eyes, the way your mouth naturally curves downwards.
That and, of course, the trail of bad omens that you bring with you everywhere you go.
These donât tend to be active problems when it comes to sorcerers. With normal humans, now, itâs a different story. Oh, there are exceptions, who find that this all makes you intriguing, but it typically makes it hard to build actual connections with other people. You wouldnât normally care, but in a situation where you have to collaborate with others, you could see that becoming an issue.
You had seen that coming, of course â it wasnât like it was new information to you. As a result, you had made sure to be on your very best behavior from the moment youâd stepped foot within Jujutsu Tech grounds. You had nodded with interest, you had reminded yourself to smile, you had asked all the right questions, and yet you could feel that you had not once managed to turn yourself into a likeable person.
Ah, well. Not being likeable would not stop you from doing your job right.
âIâll introduce you to the rest of teaching staff,â Yaga announces, his voice deep, as he reaches a new door. His hand is hovering over the doorknob when he stills, turning to look at you. âAre you ready for this just now? They were both students here, but I assume this can all be overwhelming for a newbie.â
That is a kind sentiment.
âIâm okay.â Then, because answering in monosyllables is not what likeable people are supposed to do, you add: âI read the files available to familiarize myself with the school grounds before coming here.â
His eyebrows jump up behind his glasses, but itâs followed by a hearty chuckle.
âYouâve come prepared.â He nods, appreciative. âGood. It will be nice to have someone who takes their job seriously around here.â
You donât have the time to question the sentence before he opens the door.
The room is small and reeks of cigarette smoke. In the middle of it, a desk, and behind it, sprawled on an elegant black chair, a white-haired man that you recognize at first glance. You let your eyes slide over him. You wouldnât want to look too, um, curious, just yet.
The brown-haired woman with the long white coat who is perched on a window sill, doing her very best to look inconspicuous, is the one responsible for the smell. You identify her as Shoko Ieiri, school doctor and reverse cursed technique prodigy. Next to you, Yaga sighs.
âShoko,â he protests with a paternal disapproval, âI thought youâd quit smoking?â
âI did,â she answers, staring at him, her eyes dark and tired, âand then I had to regrow a lung. Do you have any idea how much of a pain it is to regrow internal organs?â
A light laugh comes from the man in the middle of the room, and you consider that this gives you permission to look at him without coming off like youâre gawking.
He has his feet propped up on the desk, and heâs using them to push himself backwards in a precarious balance. White hair spills on the dark leather, long arms hang on both sides of the chair, and he hasnât bothered to so much as glance in your direction so far â or at least, you donât think he has, because white bandages are wrapped around his head, covering his eyes.
Even without being able to spot their signature blue, you know who he is. There isnât one sorcerer in Japan, nor in the whole world, who doesnât know his name.
Satoru Gojo, in the flesh.
âMaybe if you hadnât cheated your way through medical school, it would be easier, donât ya think?â he asks Ieiri with fond familiarity.
âDonâtââ Yaga takes two steps into the room, kicks the legs from underneath the chair. ââsit at my desk, Satoru.â
Effortlessly, Gojo jumps off the chair before it hits the floor and lands on his feet, facing Yaga. He is just as tall as the Principal, and from the wide grin on his face, itâs obvious that he is thrilled to have gotten a rise out of him.
âThen get me my own office already, what are you waiting for?â
âWeâll see which one of you gets an office first,â Yaga sniffs, and it doesnât sound like Gojo is at the top of his list. âFirst, there is someone you need to meet.â
Ieiri has been observing you since youâve walked into the room, not looking away when you had met her eyes. Yagaâs words have Gojo finally directing his attention to you, though, and something in the room shifts. You canât see them, yet you know his eyes are on you, dissecting you and your cursed energy, collecting every possible bit of information on you. He walks past Yaga, burying his hands in his pockets as he approaches you. He has an easy smile placated on his lips, but you know when youâre being judged.
Behind him, both Ieiri and Yaga are still, tense. Yagaâs jaw is set, and Ieiri fiddles with a pack of cigarettes in her pocket, clearly itching for a new one. Ah, so this is the real test.
You donât back off, staying rooted in your spot. He towers over you easily, and you have to tilt your head back just to look at him. Youâd heard he was a handsome man, but you hadnât expected it to be so obvious, even with the bandages on. He studies you, sharp jaw clenching, before the dazzling smile returns.
âRight! Youâre the substitute teacher, arenât you?â
His voice is light and airy, the previous tension completely absent from it. You blink.
âShe will be teaching instead of you when youâre away on missions,â Yaga intervenes, âbut that doesnât make her a substitute. Câmon, Satoru, weâve had this conversation already.â
On that last sentence, his voice turns into a threatening rumble.
âSure, sure,â Gojo dismisses him without looking back, âand youâre the one who will be giving me missions as well, right?â
He keeps his tone cheerful, makes it sound like heâs just trying to have a conversation, but there is an edge in his voice, a bite. You cannot tell what he is trying to achieve with the question, though, or why he is being hostile, so you choose not to engage.
âIndeed,â you answer, bowing your head politely. âIt is an honor to be meeting you all.â You make quick work of giving your name and briefly mentioning that you hadnât grown up in Japan.
Youâre met with silence, Gojoâs lips pressed together as he tries to read you. You do your very best not to give him anything to sink his teeth into.
âYour familyâs known for their precognition, arenât they?â Ieiri asks from the other side of the room.
âForesight, yesâ, you reply. Your answer is rehearsed, polished. Your family has somewhat of a reputation within the sorcerer world, but fortune tellers are a dime a dozen, even among non-sorcerers, and the results vary greatly â itâs not an ability that inspires trust, even for a legitimate sorcerer like you. You donât wish to reveal too much of yourself just yet. âI look forward to working with you.â
A smile finally forms on her lips.
âWell, donât take this the wrong way, but I hope I wonât be seeing too much of you. Would be a shame if I had to patch you up. If you want to go out drinking though, just let me know. I know all the best bars in the city!â
âShe does, and sheâs banned from half of them,â Gojo chimes in. Now that his focus is back on her, his tone is softer; teasing, still, but no longer harsh. âShe could use an actual designated driver instead of exploiting her kouhais though, donât you think, Shoko?â
She laughs at that, sincerely, her eyes creasing.
âFuck you, Gojo,â she answers fondly.
âI apologize for these two,â Yaga says, wincing at the coarse language. âWeâre very happy to have you here. Iâm sure it will do the kids some good, having someone serious to take after.â
âHurtful,â Gojo protests, pouting. âTheyâre good kids,â he adds, directing his attention back to you. He sounds proud now, no trace of his earlier defiance left. âTheyâll be great soon. They just need a little push to get there.â
At that, you nod.
âOf course. Iâll do my very best to help them on that path.â
There is a second, between the moment when you finish speaking and the moment when a wide smile splits his face. In that second, his lips part, and you feel his eyes plunge into you, digging into the very core of your being. He doesnât look pleased. No, he is sizing you up, and you doubt you measure up to his expectations as well as you should. Youâre the only one facing him, though, and when he smiles, just a little too late, it all vanishes like it never happened.
âGood to hear! As long as thatâs the case, Iâm sure everything will go smoothly.â
Itâs said differently, but itâs as threatening as the higher-upsâ last words to you. Still, behind Gojo, Yaga heaves a relieved sigh and exchanges a look with Ieiri that tells you just how worried heâd been about your arrival. To him, it looks like the situation is resolved.
âWhy donât we all go and get a drink together to welcome you properly, if weâre done here?â he asks, walking over and slapping Gojo in the back.
âSounds good to me,â Ieiri hums.
âAs long as we go somewhere with good desserts, Iâm in,â Gojo declares, intertwining his fingers at the back  his head.
âYou better be, Satoru,â Yaga grumbles, âyouâre paying.â
âNot sure the Gojo clan has enough money for your appetite,â he sighs dramatically, âbut I mean, I can try.â Then, eyeing you, âYou coming or what?â
âOf course,â you say, swallowing around the unexpected knot in your throat. âThank you for having me.â
You follow them cautiously, keeping quiet as the banter continues, hands held behind your back, observing. You had not expected to feel welcome here. You could have done without Gojoâs strange hostility, but with your track record, you had expected far worse.
âLet me know if Satoru makes your life harder, alright? Iâll talk some sense into him,â Ieiri tells you, placing a cigarette between her lips.
âAnd Iâll beat it into him if I have to,â Yaga adds, snatching it from Ieiriâs mouth and crumpling it between his fingers.
âIâd love to see you try,â Gojo grins.
âNoted,â you answer, âbut Iâm sure everything will be fine.â
This last part is a lie. Even as heâs joking around with everyone, you know he is still observing you, courtesy of the Six Eyes, watching your every move, waiting to find a fault somewhere so he can figure out what to do with you. You canât blame him. You will be the one sending him into action, after all, even if the higher-ups would review missions assigned to grade 1 sorcerers and special grade sorcerers. Of course heâd need some time to figure out whether or not youâre trustworthy.
Not that his opinion on the subject matters to you. Youâre not the type of person who needs other to like you. You donât even need him to trust you. All he has to do is let you do your job.
Everything else is futile.
It is no surprise that the first few weeks at your job are slow. The end of summer and the beginning of fall are always quiet periods for sorcerers, and as a result, you donât have many missions to hand out just yet. The few, low-level ones available in Tokyo are systematically claimed by Gojo before you can look into them, as training for his students.
âKids gotta learn somehow, right?â he tells you with a grin the first time it happens.
Heâs just waltzed into your classroom and heâs leaning over the desk, elbow conveniently resting on the mission files. You try not to think about how brazenly handsome he is right now, even when he is openly provoking you. You stare at his bandages, right where his eyes must be. He may be smiling at you, but there is no sincerity behind it, no joy, and that wasnât really a question.
You shrug.
âAlright.â
The smile falters.
âYeah? Thatâs alright with you?â
âCertainly. If you think these are good exercises for them, and if you plan on being there to supervise them, I donât see any issue with it. Just return the files if there are any they canât clear, and Iâll transfer them to the appropriate person.â
He tilts his head. Watching. Assessing.
âYou should join us!â he exclaims cheerfully, smile back in its place, clapping his hands together. âThe more, the merrier, isnât that right?â
Oookay. He is testing you. The infuriating part of that is, you have no idea what he is testing you for, what he wants you to display â or fail to display. Trying to see if youâre good enough of a teacher? You have nothing to prove here, certainly not to someone who has been on the job for such a short time. Then again, you donât see any harm in humoring him.
âNo problem. Just let me know when you intend to take care of them, and Iâll be there.â
His smile widens, but youâre not sure if it means youâve succeeded or failed his test.
âGood,â he hums. âIâll be taking that, then.â
In one swift movement, he retrieves the files from your desk, and he walks away with them before you can say anything.
You roll your eyes â this whole song and dance are so unnecessary â but you donât see any reason to stop him, so you just watch him leave. You catch him stopping in the doorway, turning back to look at you. The smile is still dancing on his face, all edge and teeth.
âYouâre not what I expected.â
You stare at him just a moment longer, brow furrowing, before he vanishes and youâre left with nothing to look at.
âNot what he expectedâ. You turn the sentence over in your mind a couple of times, trying to conjure up an image, a personality that would fit better for the role youâre supposed to play, but nothing comes up. You have two roles: teaching the future generation of sorcerers, and assigning missions. If doing one task can facilitate the other, there is no reason not to do it â and you find it even harder to comprehend why he wouldnât have expected you to do just that.
You shake your head, willing his words out of your mind. Youâve never felt the need to meet anyoneâs expectations, so why should you start now?
Taking kids to a cemetery for a mission seems in poor taste, but thatâs not what you tell Gojo when he announces it as his first choice.
âThe mission is for a number of grade four curses and a couple grade three,â you state instead, âbut considering the spot, itâs likely more powerful ones went unnoticed. Are you sure thatâs appropriate for first-years?â
âWell,â he answers, hands casually in his pockets, towering over you with all his height, âit will be good to see how adaptable they are and their abilities in the face of danger. Plus, theyâll have two guardian angels looking after them, wonât they?â
Thereâs that toothy smile again.
You still donât know what it means.
âAs long as youâre here, it will be fine, I guessâ is what you end up answering him with a shrug.
This time, he doesnât say anything as he leaves, doesnât stop to look at you.
You suspect that you said exactly what he was expecting from you.
Contrary to popular belief, cemeteries donât typically harbor powerful curses. The smaller ones are numerous, born out of loss and grief, but the bodies of non-sorcerers donât take the pain they endured with them in the grave. They leave it all over their houses, leaking through the walls and ceilings, seeping through the cracks in the floor, cursing their loved ones.
Cemeteries remain clean.
The exception to that rule is a notable one. In any place where cursed energy accumulates for long enough, there is a risk for it to congregate to the point where strong curses can emerge. This slow growth means they learn to better hide themselves, and it makes them harder to spot and eliminate. In an ideal world, there would be a sorcerer expedition every other decade to ensure nothing big can develop, but sorcerer numbers being what they are, that is impossible to ensure. There is also a high likelihood that it would be useless anyway, a waste of time and resources, far too much firepower for the bunch of fly heads sorcerers would find.
Still, you keep an eye on the three, baby-faced first years, and chew on the inside of your cheek as they start to make their way through the alleys.
You donât like this.
âDonât tell me youâre scared,â Gojo says lightly, next to you. âYouâre a grade one sorcerer, arenât you? Thereâs nothing more powerful than that here. Iâd know it if there was.â
âMy evaluation took place in Europe. I donât know if I would have ranked that high, had I taken it here.â
âAw, câmon, if even you think youâre that weak, whoâs going to believe youâre strong?â
The sentence surprises a chuckle out of you. A grade two sorcerer is nothing to turn your nose at, but you canât say youâre shocked that the Satoru Gojo would equate that status to weakness. He is so far off the scale that he would break it altogether if it wasnât for the convenient, murky âspecial gradeâ title.
You look at him, find him already turned in your direction. His lips are parted in surprise. You donât realize it, but you have somehow managed the feat of getting Gojoâs undivided attention. The Six Eyes are focused on you, dissecting you, taking you in. This isâ new. People are predictable. Itâs not always a bad thing, though it gets a little boring. Youâ you keep catching him off guard while doing things that seem completely natural to you.
For once, youâre the one who is smiling, and heâs stunned into silence.
âIt doesnât matter to me, whether or not people think Iâm strong. All I care about isââ
Teeth reflected in a pupil. Muscles like lead. A hand raised in defense. Flesh that turns into mist, there one second, gone the next. Clicks like a laugh, coming from behind. âMorino Iori â 1954-2010â, splattered with blood. A curse with its head thrown back, an arm coming out of its open mouth, disappearing when it swallows. Tears dripping down from the chin to the ground, barely diluting the puddle of blood that has formed there.
The rest of your sentence is lost when you turn around and take off running.
There is a string of cursed energy pulling you in the right direction, one that found its way to you, one that the cursed technique engraved in your brain knew how to decode. Youâre old enough not to question it, not to struggle with the vision, and following it comes as a second nature. Just as you get there, you see Sota rounding the corner slowly, looking around, squinting, searching for something he isnât finding. Your fingers close around the weapon at your waist, withholding your cursed energy â for now.
To a non-sorcerer, you would appear to be holding nothing but a stick. A sorcerer would know itâs a cursed weapon, though most would not be able to figure out its use.
At least, not until the curse emerges from the fog, only two steps behind Sota. In a flash, you let cursed energy irrigate your weapon, and a blade of sheer energy appears. The stick is now a scythe.
Itâs in poor taste, in a cemetery, but you donât linger on that.
Youâre between the boy and the curse before he can turn around. The curseâs abilities must allow it to hide its presence, would allow it to disappear back into nothingness a mere moment after the kill, but you donât give it the opportunity to do that. The scythe cuts through it like butter, splitting it in two. The two halves havenât yet hit the ground that youâve already lowered your weapon, emptying it from cursed energy as soon as youâre done.
âAre you okay?â you ask Sota, turning around to face him as you anchor it back to your waist.
âUm,â he says. He doesnât look scared, just mildly surprised. âYes. Iâm fine.â
âWhat happened to seeing his abilities in the face of danger?â
You bite your lip, glancing at Gojo. He is standing atop a headstone, balancing without any struggle and watching the two of you with unmistakable amusement.
âHe freezes in the face of danger,â you answer.
Sotaâs eyes go wide, and he turns away from you, shaking his head. He isnât doing it for you, though, but for Gojo.
âThatâs not true! Iâve exorcised curses before, youâve seen me do it!â
Heâs desperate to prove himself to his teacher, and something sinks within you. You donât need a vision to tell you what will happen next.
âThe kidâs got a point,â Gojo lets you know. âThat precognition thing of yours, how accurate is it?â
There was a time when those words would have sent you reeling back. Even now, when youâre expecting them, you feel the blood withdrawing from your face as he speaks them. But you swallow, school your features. You know better now. Fighting now will only delay the inevitable. Gojo was standing next to you anyway. With the Six Eyes, he must know for certain that you hadnât activated any sort of cursed technique when you took off running. That alone would be enough to make him suspicious, if he didnât already doubt you.
Cassandraâs Bargain. Tell the truth, and save only those who believe you.
Unlike others, explaining the workings of your cursed technique doesnât make it more effective â it makes it useless. If you try to tip the scale in your favor now, you will all pay a high price for it later.
You know what Gojo is implying, about your accuracy. Most people who have foresight see a number of futures. If he suspects you saw one in which Sota died, your actions must make sense to him.
âEnough to keep me safe,â you answer, tight-lipped.
âThatâs what I thought. Letâs give the kid a fighting chance from now, what dâya say?â
Thatâs not how it works, but it doesnât matter. At least Sota gets to keep his arm â until next time.
What a waste.
âOf course,â you say with a nod.
You would do it again in a heartbeat if you had to, but you no longer feel threads of cursed energy, threads of fate, pulling you in one direction or the other. Oh, theyâre all around you, and youâd know much more if you activated your cursed technique, but you know how it functions. That had to be the worst that could happen. Things should be fine now.
âStart running Sota, youâve got some catching up to do!â
âYes, Mr. Gojo, sir!â the kid replies, all but saluting. âI wonât disappoint you.â
Gojoâs laugh at that, as the kid takes off sprinting, couldnât be more genuine.
You lean against the pristine Morino Iori headstone â itâs disrespectful, and you formulate a silent apology, but all you can do is hope they wonât mind. Youâre exhausted, and yet the tension is keeping your body in hypervigilance, refusing to go away.
Gojo approaches you, hands in his pockets. The ghost of his usual smile is dancing on his lips. For once, though, it doesnât feel mean-spirited.
âWe have to save them if they need us,â he says, voice surprisingly soft, âbut itâs as least as important that we teach them how to fend for themselves.
âI donât disagree with that.â
This kind of reasoning just isnât worth losing an arm over.
Gojo steps closer, leaning towards you, so close his nose is almost touching yours. You suck in a quick breath through your mouth. From up close, itâs much harder to ignore how handsome he is, even without seeing his eyes. You blame your accelerating heart rate on the fact that youâre in a high-stress kind of and youâre particularly pent-up at the moment. If your skin tingles when you feel his breath against it, itâs because of the cold. Must be. Whatever it is, you donât let it show, and you hate that youâre finding it harder to breathe.
âYouâre not what I expected.â
Heâs said it before, but his voice is lower now, deeper, vibrating through your body, and something that you recognize all too well twists, deep in your abdomen.
Desire.
You donât answer. You didnât know what to say the first time, and you sure as fuck have no clue now â donât know what he means, donât know what youâve done that you werenât supposed to, donât know if the interest in his voice betrays the same feelings rushing through you right now. So you glare at him until he laughs, light and airy, and takes a step back.
âIf you need me, Iâll be on top of the temple, watching the kids.â
You wait for him to disappear between the tombs, keeping yourself still, too still, probably, to be inconspicuous, and itâs only once youâre sure heâs gone that you let yourself exhale very, very slowly. The urge to laugh at yourself bubbles inside you, because what the fuck is wrong with you? Itâs not the right time, not the right place, and not even remotely the right person.
Youâre fully aware of all of that, know it in the deepest parts of your soul, and yet your eyes still trail towards the temple. You could imagine that youâre seeing Gojoâs silhouette there, if you didnât know better.
Except you do. You do.
When you look away, you know full well youâre doing it too pointedly.
You donât get a chance to involve yourself in the Kyoto Goodwill Event. With the beginning of fall, files are starting to accumulate. Since youâre still getting your bearings in Tokyo and familiarizing yourself with the sorcerers you can send on missions, that is what you dedicate yourself to.
Or, well, thatâs what youâre told.
You know that youâre more than capable of doing several things at once without botching any of them. Masamichi Yaga and Satoru Gojo are the ones who disagree. Youâre called into Yagaâs office, and Gojo is already there, leaning against the wall behind him. For once, he isnât wearing the bandages, but rectangular sunglasses. Even from behind them, you see the faint glow of his eyes, and it takes a lot â a lot more than it should â not to stare.
âThe students taking part in this yearâs event will be exclusively second and third-years. Satoru knows them well.â
âYeah, and theyâve been training for a that for a while,â Gojo says without missing a beat. Where Yaga is stern and serious, his voice is relaxed and pleasant, lightening the mood without trying to. âThe third-years have already won once, so they know what theyâve got to do for a repeat.â
Thatâs right. Tokyo won last year, under Gojoâs guidance, for the first time since⌠well, since he stopped competing himself, according to what youâve heard.
âSatoru had already started putting this yearâs strategy together by the time you joined Jujutsu Tech,â Yaga adds, trying his best to sound apologetic. âSo thereâs no need to concern yourself with that. Itâs already well-oiled.â
As far as youâre concerned, the only thing thatâs well-oiled here is this routine theyâre performing, all for your sake. You click your tongue, not bothering to hide your annoyance, and watch as Yagaâs fingers curl, as Gojoâs chin lifts and the blueish glow focuses on you. Thereâs politics in the air, you can smell it, with a role you have to play. So they think, at least. Unfortunately, you lack knowledge when it comes to Japanese society, and you cannot quite identify what that role is.
To be fair, you also donât care for it.
âWas it really necessary to waste all of our times with this charade?â
âI beg your pardon?â Yaga asks in response. His voice thunders dangerously. Heâs warning you not to cross a line.
âIf you donât want me involved, you can just say so,â you answer with a shrug. âNow, if youâll excuse me, I have missions to assign.â
You donât wait for him to dismiss you to stand up, rolling your eyes once you have your back turned on them. How bland. Youâve never seen the point of engaging with this kind of theatrics when there are such greater things at play. Having you help the kids come up with a strategy of their own, going over the basics of planning, now that could have been interesting and helpful. Itâs not that you doubt Gojoâs abilities in that domain, you donât, but it is your specialty, and youâve had to learn to survive with resources that are significantly more limited than his. Instead of doing that, in the name of whatever internal conflict is going on here, the kids have been deprived of that experience.
How boring.
Once the door has closed behind you, Gojo lowers his head, shoulders shaking. Yaga turns around, frowning, only to find him quietly laughing to himself.
âTold you she was a weird one,â he says once heâs caught his breath.
âMaybe,â Yaga mumbles, âbut there must be a reason why she was placed here.â
Gojo hums. Outside the office, he follows your cursed energy. It has always been diffuse, fickle, fizzling out around you until it becomes hard to tell where it ends â even for him. Must have something to do with your cursed technique, but he hasnât seen you use that yet. You go straight to your classroom, where you sit behind your desk to work, like you do every day until itâs late in the night.
Yaga is right, of course. There must be a reason. But youâre at least making it fun for him to figure out.
The Kyoto Goodwill Event does not go over well.
Maybe you should get some petty satisfaction from it, but there is none to be found, just a bitter taste in your mouth. Next to you, Utahime, the Kyoto school teacher, does not look up at the screens provided by Grade 1 sorcerer Mei Mei. She has her eyes on her hands, and she is nervously rubbing her fingers. In fact, while a few outsiders who have come to see the game for their own enjoyment exclaim at the studentsâ impressive moves, there is only one member of the schools who seems to be enjoying himself, and that is Principal Gakuganji.
Kyoto is methodical in their approach. On an individual level, you suspect that Kyoto is far ahead of them, but as a team, they have come up with the perfect strategy â at least against the Tokyo team. They have done their research, know everything there is to know about their adversaries. Then again, having one member of the Zenâin and one member of the Kamo family on their side, even if neither have access to their familiesâ historical techniques, must have been quite the help to gather that information.
You donât see them doing anything revolutionary â if anything, a team such as theirs could have been composed hundreds of years ago â but they have no need for it, not with how brutal they are willing to be, leaving devastation in their wake. Theyâre prepared, efficient, collected. Theyâre also quick, having adapted to this modified version of capture the flag, one that involves curses, without hesitation.
Tokyo defends to the best of their abilities. They prove themselves especially capable when it comes to improvising on the spot, which means that Gojoâs teaching works on that front is working, at least. The match ends up closer than Kyoto must have been hoping for, but it doesnât change the end result.
Itâs a resounding victory for Kyoto.
âWell,â Gakuganji is the first to speak as it ends, âthat was quite the beautiful display of sportsmanship, donât you think, Satoru?â
You glance at Gojo, who is sitting next to you. Thereâs real anger in the way his jaw tenses at the question, but by the time you blink, heâs already relaxed it.
âThat was really impressive!â he laughs, throwing his head back and clapping enthusiastically. âTheyâve progressed so much since last year, havenât they? I never imagined they would be able to come this far.â
You press your lips together at the barely veiled insult.
âIndeed, that is what realized potential looks like,â Gakuganji replies, stroking his beard. âSuch a shame to see your promising pupils crashing and burning⌠Although thatâs not the first time youâve seen that happen, is it?â
That is the least charitable way of looking at what happened there, but it is impossible to argue with the facts: Kyoto bested Tokyo. You canât say you appreciate the way heâs talking about your students, but you donât think itâs your place to say anything.
Gojoâs smile thins.
âWell, Iâll be looking forward to the individual tournament tomorrow,â Gakuganji adds, standing up. âIn the meantime, Yaga, I assume you have planned for accommodations, and all this action has given me quite the appetite.â
He leaves the room with an unmistakably pleased smile, Yaga getting up after him. He gestures at Gojo to join them, and heâs not hiding his scowl when he stands up, unfolding his long limbs slowly. The other sorcerers follow suit, Utahime included, though she is sporting a somber expression too. Youâre the only one to linger in the room, in no rush to suffer through more of Gojo and Gakuganjiâs quips.
When you do leave, you stop by the infirmary, where you find Ieiri cursing through her teeth as she works on the students. Even though several of them are fully healed, theyâre keeping themselves huddled up together, shoulders hanging low, eyes on the ground.
Defeated.
âProfessor Gojo has already come by,â one of them informs you without bothering to look at you. âWeâre fine. Weâll do better tomorrow.â
âYes, you will,â you confirm, and you see flashes of hope on their faces, mistaking your confidence for a prophecy. Truth be told, you havenât seen anything for the next day, but this is often the best way of using the aura that surrounds you. âBut you did well today. They saw a weak spot, and they exploited it. As long as you learn from it, there is no shame in this defeat.â
That deflates them, and Ieiri snickers, glancing at you with a grin.
âQuite the pep talk youâre giving here.â
Sheâs right. Youâve never been good at this.
âYouâre all excellent sorcerers, but even you can be defeated by people who are not as good as you, provided theyâve prepared adequately. That is what you need to take away from today. Conversely, you will be able to defeat much stronger adversaries than you, with the right approach.â
Some look thoughtful at your words â most still look just as dejected as they were when you walked in.
âWeâll work on that once this tournament is over. For now, all you need to do is rest. Youâll prevail tomorrow.â
Smiles finally break on their faces, and you take that as your cue to leave, before you can say something that would ruin it again.
Youâre in no rush to join the other sorcerers just yet, so you wander through the hallways, intending to go back to the classroom thatâs become your refuge in the school. Youâre one corner away from it, when the window that leads to the outside slides open, and Satoru Gojo jumps in, right in front of you. It is the second floor, yet you canât muster surprise.
He shoots you a smirk that knocks the air out of you, but itâs nothing compared to what he does next. He looks back towards the window, looking displeased, and thatâs when you notice voices calling for him â Kyoto students and low-level sorcerers. Youâre about to look down when he catches you. He wraps a hand around your wrist to pull you away, presses the other on the wall, next to your head, and you freeze. Heâs close, and everything youâve been feeling for weeks at this point comes rushing back in.
âYou know whatâs a great way of getting peopleâs attention off you?â he asks, smirk even wider, if possible.
âWhââ
Then his lips are on yours.
He tastes sweet, youâre surprised to find.
Itâs playful, the way he kisses you, a press of his mouth against yours, stolen, daring. Itâs also all you need to admit to yourself how badly youâve been wanting this. Thatâs why youâre the one who wraps your arms around his neck, kissing him back harder. He lets out a surprised noise into you, maybe a chuckle, but he certainly doesnât fight it, even if he wasnât planning on it. In fact, itâs quite the contrary.
He reaches greedily for your hips, pulling you to him and keeping you pressed against his hard chest. When you part your lips, there is not a moment of hesitation on his part before he pushes his tongue in, swirling it against yours. You crane your neck to give him better access to your mouth, all while holding on tight to his neck to lower him towards you. Your back is against the wall, your body arched a way that would be uncomfortable if you werenât so hot all over, set ablaze by his touch.
When he pushes his thigh between your legs, flexing it so it rubs against you just right, your knees buckle under you. It doesnât help that, in this position, his semi-hard cock is pressed against your abdomen, and that awakens a very special kind of hunger within you.
There is no softness to the kiss or to the way your bodies move together, just pure lust. Wetness is pooling between your legs already, in anticipation for more, more of him, more of his body, more of his touch. Heâs so tall, itâs like heâs everywhere, his scent surrounding you, his body caging you against the wall effortlessly, his mouth demanding more and more of you. You roll your hips against his, trapping his cock between your bodies, and he hisses into you, his grip turning bruising â not that you mind.
âTease,â he manages to mumble as he takes a quick breath.
Thereâs no room for any more words before he reattaches his mouth to yours, almost biting into you, and fuck it feels good. His lips are soft, but that must be the only thing that is soft about this kiss. He moves your skirt out of the way, one hand coming to grab your thigh so he can lift it up, and that is when your eyes snap open, some reason coming back to your lust-filled brain at last.
âWait,â you mumble, ânot here.â Your eyes dart around the dark hallway â empty, but far too in the open for your liking. Problem is, your body is aching with how much you want him, and, even if it would be the smart thing to do, you canât bring yourself to stop now. âClassroom,â you conclude, pulling him with you.
He lets out a breathless laugh, but follows. The second the door is closed, he has you against the wall again, this time with his chest pressed to your back while his lips find your neck, teeth pulling at the skin mercilessly before dragging his tongue on the sensitive area to soothe it. You let out a sigh, but it comes out much louder than youâd intended, almost a moan, and you have to lift a hand up to cover your mouth. He snickers, but doesnât waste any more time on teasing you.
Instead, he snakes his hand into your skirt, and this time, you donât stop him. Long fingers move past the hem of your panties to brush against your clit and you jump, biting your lower lip to keep quiet. His lips stretch into a smile on your neck.
âYouâre so fucking wet already,â he comments by your ear, rubbing his fingers over your pussy lips, purposefully not entering you.
You groan in frustration, and push your ass against his now rock-hard cock. The low moan he lets out in surprise is delightful to hear.
âAs if youâre one to talk,â you reply.
âIs that how you want to play it?â
Before you can answer him, he easily pushes two fingers inside you. Theyâre long and they fill you so well, you have to focus every fiber of you thatâs not lost in pleasure on keeping quiet. Gojoâs free to take his fingers out, then plunge them into you once more, and you canât help clenching needily around them.
âSee,â he says, and oh his low voice, the way it makes his chest vibrate against your back, it all goes straight to your core, making you gush around his fingers some more, âthatâs expected of me, âcause everyone knows Iâm sorcerer societyâs problem child. Arenât you supposed to be the good girl?â
Itâs no easy task to think with his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly, but even through the haze of pleasure, the words make you frown.
âSaysâ Ahâ Says who?â
He uses the heel of his palm to press against your clit, and youâd conclude that he is actively trying to render you speechless if pleasure wasnât shooting through you like electricity.
âHmm, I donât know, Iâd say youâre being pretty good right now, wouldnât you?â
âWould youâ fuckâ would you stop talking and just fuck me already?â you still manage to bite out.
He laughs again, delighted and maybe a little fond, but he stills his fingers inside you. You get some time to catch your breath, and use whatever self-control you have left not to try and fuck yourself on his hand.
âYou sure?â
âAs long as youâre clean, Iâm safe,â you say â maybe not your smartest moment, but you canât find it in yourself to care right now.
He pulls his fingers out, and you glance at him over your shoulder. Heâs still wearing the bandages over his eyes, but his jaw is uncharacteristically taut, and his movements lack their usual fluidity. You grin. Good to see youâre having an effect on him too. It becomes even more obvious when he pulls out his cock, hard and veiny. Youâre not surprised by how big he is, and you find yourself licking your lips, clenching around air at the prospect of whatâs to come. Shit, you cannot wait to have it inside you, stretching you out.
âIâve been wanting to mess up that skirt for weeks,â he mumbles, mostly to himself, as he pushes it out of the way and lowers your panties.
âThen what are you waiting for?â you ask with a click of your tongue. He is still talking way more than he should.
The smirk he gives you should concern you. He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance, and then, instead of penetrating you, as youâre frozen in anticipation, slides his length against your pussy lips, sending jolts of pleasure through you, but not giving you what you need right now. You whimper pleadingly, not catching yourself fast enough to keep yourself silent. You worry that he will keep teasing, but it appears he has reached his limits too, because soon he is pushing the tip of his cock inside you, and fuck, itâs even better than youâd imagined.
You hear him grunt behind you as he starts pushing himself inside you at a devilishly slow pace. You expected him to do it all at once, so you turn around once more, ready to throw another quip at him for his relentless teasing, but the words die on your lips when you see his face. His teeth are planted in his lower lip, and his face is contorted in a pleasure that he is clearly trying to reign in, his breathing quick and shallow, his chest heaving. The sight leaves you breathless, so you stay quiet.
âSo fucking tight,â he all but whines as he keeps pushing himself inside you.
He bottoms out at last, and he stills for a few seconds, all so you can adjust and not at all because he is going to come too fast if he canât get used to how warm and welcoming you are around him first. The discreet groans he was letting out turn into a full moan when you move forward, pulling him out of you, then back, sheathing him inside you completely once more. Youâd keep moving, but he grips your hips tightly, fingers digging into the flesh, to stop any movement you could make.
It doesnât last long though, because after that, he starts moving himself, and the pace he sets it merciless. The slapping of skin on skin echoes obscenely in the empty room, but you canât find it in yourself to care, not when you can barely think, not when your knees are failing you and his hands on hips are the only thing keeping you standing, not when tiny whimpers keep spilling past your lips, no matter how much you try to keep them in.
âCouldnât be even just a little patient, hm?â he asks you. Itâs undercut by the gasps that interrupt him, the pleasured moans that escape him too.
This time, you donât find anything to answer. The angle, with you bent over, hands on the wall in a desperate attempt to stay on your feet, makes you feel so, so full that you canât think straight. Pleasure is coursing through you with each time he hammers into you, and you clench around him helplessly each time he pulls out. Heâs fast, relentless, but if the way his moans keep getting more-pitched is any indication, heâs close to reaching his climax. Youâre not far yourself, you justâ just needâ just a littleâ
One of his hands abandons your hip, and you would stumble forward if he wasnât holding you so firmly. His free hand finds its way to your clit, and pinches it expertly, just as he snaps his hips into you harder than he has so far, spilling himself inside you. The orgasm hits you like a thousand volts, and your hips jerk back uncontrollably, whole body shaking, as you ride the wave of it on his cock until it ends. Ah, you needed this so badly that, as it recedes, you can only feel content, the pleasure it gave you still tingling in your body.
For a while, the sounds of you and Gojoâs panting are all that fill the room. Finally, he pulls his sensitive, softening cock out a you with a hiss, and you ignore the squelching sound it makes. He tucks it back into his pants, and you finally find it in yourself to pull your panties back up, readjusting your skirt. Your hair is messy from the kissing earlier, but apart from that, youâre still rather presentable â you hope.
âDidnât think you had that in you,â Gojo comments. Heâs still catching his breath.
âAt what point are you going to admit that youâve just misjudged me?â
He laughs, but the smirk he shoots you, hands in his pockets, standing a few feet away from you, is proof that the distance between the two of you is back to what it was before. You donât find yourself minding all that much. This is as good a way as any other to release tension, and youâre more relaxed than you have in weeks. The lightness of his voice tells you the same is true for him. Seems like you both got the same thing out of it, and thatâs fine by you, even if it doesnât bring you any closer.
âOnce I know I was wrong,â he says. It sounds ominous, but, well, if he wants to keep clinging to that image heâs made of you, that is his problem. So far, youâd argue that it has rather worked in your favor.
You shrug.
âIf you hadnât felt that way, Tokyo would have won today,â you tell him matter-of-factly.
His smile widens.
âGuess weâll have to see about that next year, hm?â
âI guess we will.â
Silence grows between the two of you. You normally wouldnât mind. Now, you feel the need to say something.
âThis should stay between us,â you finally manage to say. Sorcerer society can beâ harsh, on women, to say the least. The last thing you need is for someone to know youâve fucked your coworker. Youâd be branded as a whore, and while you find this all horribly regressive, youâd still rather not have to deal with the fallout.
Gojo hums in agreement.
âIâm not really the type to want all my business out there either,â he tells you in a surprising display of sincerity. Itâs ruined when he smirks and adds, âNext time, I think I should fuck you on your desk.â
You scoff, but you know you both hear your lack of denial loud and clear. Youâre not opposed to there being a next time, provided this doesnât get out. By the look of things, it would be mutually beneficial.
You donât bother to answer him before you open the door, glancing outside. No one in sight. He would have known if that had been the case, of course, but youâre still relieved. You slip outside unceremoniously â itâs pretty clear youâre done here anyway â and he does nothing to hold you back.
Later, after youâve taken a quick shower in the facilities available at the high school and youâre sat by Ieiri around the dinner table, Gakuganji can barely hide his smugness.
âWhere you have been off to?â he asks Gojo, his tone making it clear just how pleased with himself he is. âLicking your wounds?â
âSomething like that,â Gojo answers lightly, and youâre careful to keep your eyes on your food.
The conversation fades into the background. Your thoughts move to the upcoming solo tournament, the next day, to your students, to the missions you have to assign. And then, for the first time in forever, you find yourself distracted by something that isnât work-related. You welcome the respite it gives you.
On your desk, next time, huh?
You could work with that.
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Every Little Thing
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: When you overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy youâve been lately, you decide to take a step back from your friendship to give him space. But your sudden absence goes far from unnoticed by him.
Word Count: 2k(wtf?!)
Warnings: angst, swearing, only partially proofread
A/N: Thanks so much to the lovely anon who requested this! This story, I... I donât know what happened, I went from struggling to get it to work at all to getting waayy too carried away. I kinda had to stop myself at the end before it shifted into something else, but maybe if yâall want a part two, we can pick up from there?
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As you got off the elevator, you couldnât help the faint bounce in your step as you made your way to Yoongiâs studio, your bag slung over one shoulder, a grocery bag of snacks and drinks for the two of you to share.
Ever since you and Yoongi(and in turn, the rest of the members) had become friends, The Genius Lab had become a hideaway of sorts for you. Whenever you were feeling stressed or overwhelmed, you knew you could call Yoongi, and he would tell you to come over, letting you camp out on his couch while he worked, occasionally asking for your thoughts or opinions on a specific song or line.
As you neared his studio door, you noticed it was slightly ajar, allowing the voices from inside to slip out into the hall, quickly recognizing them as Yoongiâs and Namjoonâs.
âYou wanna come to lunch with me and Hoseok?â Namjoon asked.
âAgh, I canât, I told Y/nâs we could hang out today.â You heard Yoongiâs chair creak as he stretched, letting out a groan.
âAgain? Thatâs like the third time this week, people are gonna start thinking youâre a couple or something at this rate.â Joon joked, making your cheeks flush lightly.
âNah, itâs nothing like that,â Yoongi replied, sounding tired. âTheyâre just being clingier than usual, you know what theyâre like.â
You frowned at his words. What did he mean by that?
âI know itâs just cause theyâve been stressed lately,â Yoongi continued. âBut honestly, itâs gotten to the point where itâs weirder for them to not be here.â
Joon chuckled. âIâm surprised you donât find that annoying.â
âI didnât say that I donât,â Yoongi said. âBut itâs Y/n, so I let it slide. Anyway, on that track you showed me-â
You stepped back from the door, the sudden tightness in your chest making it slightly difficult to breathe as you quietly made your back down the hall to the elevators. As the metal doors closed, you replayed what you had overheard in your head.
Yoongi had always told you that he didnât mind you hanging around, but maybe you had started to abuse that privilege, grown too dependent on him. Was that how he really felt about you? Had you become a nuisance? And if so, why hadnât he said anything?
Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you quickly found his number and hit the call icon, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat before he picked up on the second ring.
âHey, are you almost here?â He answered, sounding much brighter than a few minutes ago.
âUh, actually, I donât think I can make it today.â You said, trying to keep your voice steady.
âIs everything okay?â He asked, concerned.
No, one of my best friends hates me. âYeah, everythingâs fine, something just came up, sorry.â You bit your lip, managing to slip out of the building without running into any of the other members and making your way down the street to the bus stop.
âOkay.â He sounded unconvinced. âIs it anything I can help with, or-?â
âNo, no itâs-, itâs a work thing.â You said, the words falling flat on your own ears. âDonât worry about it, Iâll call you later, okay?â
âAlright.â He said reluctantly. âBye.â
âBye.â You hung up, letting out a deep breath.
You could tell he hadnât believed you, but you didnât really care at the moment. If he wasnât going to be honest with you, why should you be any different?
Suddenly presented with the afternoon to yourself, you decided to head to the park, wandering along the river as you thought over everything.
You and Yoongi had come here together not long after you had moved to the city, the last few blooms of the cherry blossom season clinging on stubbornly to their branches. Heâd promised to bring you back the next year, so you could see them in their full glory at peak bloom.
Of course, life and work had gotten in the way, as they often did, and before either of you had realized, the season had nearly passed again before he could keep his word. Youâd told him at the time that it didnât matter, youâd just been happy to spend time with him, a recurring theme for you apparentlyâŚ
Had you been a bother to him back then as well? You didnât believe so, but the earlier sting of his words had left you questioning everything, even if you knew it might be an over-reaction.
It was dark by the time you made it home, flopping down on the sofa with a tired sigh as you contemplated your options.
So youâd been bugging him lately, that was an easily fixable problem, right? Just leave him alone for a bit, it was as simple as that, wasnât it?
You werenât so sure as your phone suddenly buzzed on the cushion next to you, drawing your attention to Yoongiâs name illuminated on the screen. Youâd forgotten you said youâd call him.
âHadnât heard from you, just wanted to make sure youâre okay?â The text read.
Now whoâs the clingy one? Was your immediate first thought.
âIâm fine, just tired. Talk to you tomorrow.â You typed shortly before turning off your phone and going to bed, with no intention of texting him the next day unless he did so first.
For the next week, you tried to keep up with your new normal; you didnât go by the studio, you avoided texting him unless he did first, and generally avoided his invites to hangout with vague excuses.
One place you couldnât avoid him though was dinner with the other members. It was a monthly tradition that you usually looked forward to, but as you stepped through the door of the restaurant, you only felt a wave of nervousness, for what though exactly you didnât know.
âY/n!â Tae quickly hopped to his feet to give you a hug, the others all greeting you enthusiastically. You noticed Yoongi didnât speak, only nodding to you politely, but his eyes never left you for a second, seeming to study your every move.
âY/n, do you want my seat? I know you usually prefer to sit by Yoongi-hyung.â Jungkook asked, starting to get to his feet, but you quickly waved him to sit.
âItâs okay, you donât have to move for me, Iâm fine over here.â You said, settling in the free seat next to Jimin, which happened to be directly across the table from Yoongi.
Everyone quickly settled into their usual routines and conversations, the mix of voices blurring into an almost comforting buzz, allowing you to zone out for a moment and relax, but a single low voice managed to snap you back to attention.
âI havenât seen you all week.â Yoongi said quietly, a noticeable heaviness in his voice.
âYeah, things have just been kinda busy.â You tried to say convincingly, but it was hard to pull off under his gaze. Luckily, Jin asked you about something from the show youâd been watching and gave you an easy out of the conversation.
You managed to get through the evening well enough, talking with the others, even making plans with Jimin for him to help you pick out some new furniture for your apartment. Youâd felt Yoongiâs eyes on you all evening, but hadnât said anything.
It was later that night when you were pulled from sleep by the sound of someone knocking persistently on your front door.
Cautiously, you climbed out of bed and padded to the door.
Whoâs there?â You called anxiously, trying to remember where youâd put your old baseball bat, in case you needed to defend yourself.
âItâs Yoongi.â
You froze, staring at the door in surprise for a second before going over and peering out the peephole.
Sure enough, he was standing on your doorstep, causing a brief sense of relief that was quickly replaced with confusion and the same nervousness from earlier.
Not quite knowing what else to do, you cracked the door open slowly, taking in his slightly disheveled state; hair mussed and faint bags under his eyes. He looked the same way as when he would pull all-nighters at the studio.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked.
âWhyâve you been avoiding me?â He responded with his own question, staring you down.
âI-, I havenât-â
âDonât lie.â He stopped you.
Glancing around quickly, you pulled him inside, not wanting to have this discussion in the hall.
âYouâve been dodging my texts and calls, you wouldnât sit with me at dinner, you asked Jimin for help with furniture shopping, which you know heâs terrible at.â He continued as you closed the door. âSo, tell me please, what has happened to make you start ditching me?â
âWhy didnât you tell me that I was annoying you?â You snapped.
He stopped, staring at you in confusion. âWhat?â
âI heard you and Joon talking last week,â You said, his face falling as the memory came flooding back. âAbout how clingy Iâve been, and how Iâve been annoying you by hanging around so much.â
âYou havenât been-â
âDonât.â It was your turn to cut him off. âDonât try to tell me that itâs not true or you didnât mean it. What I want to know is why you werenât just honest with me?â You hated the way your voice started to shake as you spoke. âWhy didnât you just tell me to fuck off or something? Why do you put up with me if I'm such an annoyance?!â
âBecause I fucking love you!â He blurted out.
You froze, staring at him in shock. âWhat?!â
âI-, I love you.â He said quietly.
âYou love me?â You repeated, hurt and frustration still churning in your stomach, not letting you take his words to heart. âYou love me, but you think Iâm annoying?â
âI think everyoneâs annoying!â He tossed his hands up in frustration. âThe difference is that I like your annoyance!
âI like that youâre loud and weird and make terrible jokes, I like that you nag me to take better care of myself.â He said. âI like that youâre happy holed up in my studio with me. I like that you sing along to every song that you recognize, even without realizing that youâre doing it.â
He took a cautious step closer, pleading with his eyes as he spoke.
âI like every little annoying thing that you do, because theyâre what make you you. Iâm so sorry that I made you think anything otherwise.â
You hadnât moved as he spoke, fighting the tremble in your lip as your eyes had misted over with tears.
âY/n?â He asked anxiously.
You didnât speak, choosing instead to lunge forward, wrapping your arms tightly around him in a bruising hug. He staggering back slightly at the force of the collision, arms immediately coming up to hold you in an equally tight embrace.
âI missed you.â You sniffled, burying your face in his chest.
âI missed you too.â He replied, holding you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your head. âIâm also sorry for telling you I loved you in a shitty way.â
âEh, itâs kinda on brand for us, honestly.â You teased, making him let out a huff of laughter.
âI guess youâre right, fuck.â He shook his head.
âYou wanna try again?â You offered.
He pulled back to look at you. âReally?â
You nodded. âIf you want to.â
He nodded, pulling away enough to take your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles as he pressed his lips together nervously, eyes shaking slightly as he met your gaze.
âI love you, Y/n.â
Heâd barely gotten the last word out before your lips were on his, effectively shutting you both up for the next several minutes.
When you finally pulled back, his eyes were blown wide, lips swollen and red from your assault, his breaths coming out in shaky puffs.
âI love you too, by the way.â You said, grinning at his slightly dazed expression.
âCool, câmere.â He said, pulling you back in, making you giggle as he eagerly reconnected your mouths.
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shrimp cocktail, cold appetizer, lobster, coca-cola, yes dessert, served by oscar piastri
Dia's Diner Menu
shrimp cocktail rivals to lovers cold appetizer rough sex lobster "I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy" coca-cola somnophillia dessert aftercare
Oscar Piastri x Ferrari!driver!reader
TW: one bed trope, unprotected sex (wrap you willy please), sleep dry humping
WC: 2k
A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot. Also I wanted to say I'm so thankful to all of you that sent requests and that I can't wait to write all of them but you'll maybe have to be patient with me because I'm a student and am pretty busy with school. I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one.
Some bigger force, God or karma or fate or whatever else there is, was definitely out to get me. Because this had to be the worst fucking night of my life. Iâm not being dramatic when I say that.
Why was this the worst night of my life?
We just made it to Singapore for the upcoming Grand Prix and went straight to our hotel. The whole grid was staying at the same place since it made things more convenient. I go up to the reception to check in and get the key to my room, all but ready to collapse into the mattress and sleep the jet lag off.Â
âIâm so sorry Miss,â the receptionist says, tapping her fingers against the keyboard, glancing up at me every few seconds. Finally she looks up, her expression apologetic. âIt seems there was a mistake with the booking and we double booked your room.â
I fight off the urge to groan and roll my eyes, instead plastering a smile on my face. âItâs fine, itâs not that big of a deal. Just put me in whatever room is available.â
She makes a face, looking down at the computer again and then returning her gaze to mine. âI really am sorry but there are no other rooms available right now.â
Now I really did groan. âFantastic. Can I know who the other person occupying the room will be?â
Before the receptionist had the chance to answer, my worst nightmare in human form came up to the desk, standing right next to me. âHello. Iâm here to check in - itâs under Oscar Piastri.â
The woman - I finally glanced at her name tag, seeing her name was Alice - looked between us, then down at the computer before looking at us again. âSir, as I was just explaining to the lady here, the hotel double booked your room by accident.â
âItâs fine just put me in a -â
���Thereâs no available rooms.â I cut him off. âJust the one.â
Oscar looked at me, narrowing his eyes. McLarenâs golden boy, affectionately nicknamed âthe polite catâ by the fans was the biggest thorn in my side for a long while now. Everything started back in F2 with our on track rivalry which grew with each race. Then I signed into F1, fulfilling my childhood dreams of racing in red and thought I escaped him. I thought too soon apparently because after my announcement post, his followed soon and I was once again back on track with him.
Did I have a reason to hate him? Absolutely! Was it awfully petty and possibly over-dramatic? Very likely. It was my first race in F2, I was about to finish P2 it was amazing. Then he crashed into me and drove us both into the wall, causing us both to DNF and lose out on a podium.
We have hated each other ever since.
âItâs okay - weâll share.â Oscarâs voice brought me out of my thoughts, quickly turning my head to look at him.
âWhat!?â
Oscar took the key from Alice and dangled it in front of me, a smirk on his face. âI said weâre gonna be bunking.â He pulled the handle of his suitcase, âCome on then, Y/nâ
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âYou stay on your side of the room,â I said, putting the chair in the middle of the room to make it a half marker. âAnd Iâll stay on mine.â The one queen size bed would definitely be a problem as well, but one I would mention later.
âAnd how are you gonna go the bathroom since itâs on my side?â He asked, his voice holding a teasing tone.
âBathroom if free ground, hallway tooâ I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.
Oscarâs gaze dropped down, stayed for a few seconds and then his eyes met mine again. He hummed, âAnd if I wanna open the window then what? Since itâs on your side.â
âDonât act smart,â I told him. âIt doesnât suit you.â
âYou wound me!â He gasped, pressing a hand over his heart.
âShame itâs not fatal.â
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This was definitely the weirdest night of my life.
With only one bed in the room, no couch and neither of us willing to put our body in uncomfortable positions sleeping on the chair or on the floor, night before practice - Oscar and I made an agreement to share the bed.
One of the extra blankets from the closet was bunched up and put down the middle of the bed separating the two us. Not that it served much purpose considering that it was kicked down and off the bed while we were sleeping.
I woke up, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the dark and then I felt it. The slow, yet desperately feral rolls, the pressure and the pleasure. I had to press a hand against my mouth to stop myself from moaning, taking in deep harsh breaths through my nose.
I came to a realization about three things, so goes:
Oscar had moved a bigger part of his body onto my side of the bed.
He had pulled me close and caged me in his arms sometimes during the night.
He was grinding his very much hard cock into me -Â in his sleep.
My cheeks were on fire and it felt like the rest of my body was too. The pajamas, which I purposely picked out because of how light they were, felt suffocating now.
I didnât even realize what I was doing until it was done, my body moving on its own. One leg pushing slightly forward, opening just enough space for Oscarâs hips to chase mine and my ass slowly barely grinding back into him.
I was enjoying this much more than I should have and it was wrong. God, it was so wrong. But when his erection was rubbing so perfectly against me, I couldnât bring myself to care.
I was wet, I knew I was. I could feel how soaked my panties had gotten and the uncomfortable feel of my slick underwear did not escape me. As the pressure increased I couldnât help but let out a moan.
The noise felt deafening in the silent room and my eyes widened. Oscarâs body stilled and my breath caught in my throat, the dread of having woken him with my moans taking over me.
A moment passed, two moments passed. Then Oscarâs hands tightened around my body, pulling me even closer to him, my ass pressed just against the outline of his dick. One of his hands moved down my stomach, dipping into the waistband of my sleeping shorts and going straight down into my panties.
He ran a finger through my folds, coating it in my slick and it took everything in me not to moan. âYouâre fucking dripping,â his voice in my ear made me freeze. Awake afterall. âThis wet from me humping you? And here I thought you hated me.â
The pad of his finger touched my clit, a gasp falling from my lips at the pleasurable feeling. âDid you enjoy me rutting into you while I was sleeping, you dirty dirty girl?â He added more pressure, rubbing circles on my clit and this time I didnât hold my moans back. âWoke up halfway through, when you started grinding your ass on me like a bitch in heat. You seemed so into it, I thought Iâd just keep going.â
âWasnât,â I whispered.
âWhat was that?â He growled into my ear.
âWasnât grinding on you,â I said, through gritted teeth.
His fingers pinched my clit and my whole body surged forward, mouth falling open to let out a loud moan. âDonât lie,â he said, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.
âFuck you.â
âOh donât worry sweetheart, you will.â
Oscar pulled his fingers out of my panties, making me whine at the loss of friction on my clit. His chuckle vibrated through the room. He got up onto his knees on the bed, arms coming forward to grab my shoulders, and pulled me roughly so I was laying on my back.
I couldnât help but look at him above me. His eyes were full of lust, pupils blown wide and cheeks red. As much as I didnât want to admit it to myself, he looked absolutely ethereal.Â
âTell me to stop,â he said, fingers hooking into the waistband of my sleeping shorts.
I held his gaze, a shaky breath falling from my mouth. âDonât stop.â
In one move he pulled down both my shorts and my panties, throwing them behind him without a care. Then he took off his own shorts, followed by his boxers - that ended up being thrown somewhere too. He pulled me up enough to take my top off, and then pushed me down again, leaving me completely bare.Â
Oscar leaned over me, his mouth drawn in a smirk, his breath hot on my face. âTell me not to kiss you.â
âKiss me,â I whispered. He didnât waste a second, as soon as the words were out of my mouth he was surging forward, his lips pressing harshly against mine, tongue pushing into my mouth. He pulled slightly back, my lip caught before his teeth and he gently bit down, making me whine into his mouth.
âFuck me,â I panted into his mouth. âPlease just -â
I didnât get to finish what I was saying as he pushed himself into me fully in one go, making me scream. His hand pressed against my mouth, muffling the noises I was making. âDo you want to wake the whole hotel up?â He asked as he began thrusting, pulling himself out until only the tic was still in me and then forcefully pushing back in again. âSome people came here to sleep, not to listen to you moaning like a whore on my cock.â
His other hand went between us to rub my clit. I was practically sobbing as he worked his fingers in fast circles around my clit while roughly thrusting into me. My vision was blurred with tears that were spilling from the corners on my eyes.
Oscarâs hand moved only a little, leaving room for me to speak but close enough for my lips to brush against his palm with each word. âCum,â I babbled. âGonna cum! Oscar, please!â
âYeah?â He asked, his voice hoarse. âGonna cum for me like a good little slut? Go on then - cumâ
I came with a moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and caging him in. Oscar fucked me trough my orgasm, his own following. He twitched inside of me before cumming, painting my walls and making me whine at how full I felt.
He pulled out of me slowly and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. After a moment he returned with a wet, probably warm, towel in his hands. He kneeled on the bed and gently spread my legs with his hands.
âFuck,â Oscar groaned. âI love watching my cum leak out of your pussy.â His fingers dipped to collect some of his cum which had spilled out of me and was slowly dripping towards my ass, and pushed it back into me, causing me to gasp.
He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead and somehow my cheeks burned ever hotter. After he gently cleaned me up and terrorized me to drink water, he laid down in bed next to me and pulled my body into his, arms wrapping around me.
âAre you finally going to let me take you out to dinner?â He asked, his voice husky and breath hot against the side of my face.
I hummed, my eyes barely open and already feeling sleepy. âDonât crash into me while Iâm winning on Sunday and weâll see.â
âThat was one time!â
I chuckled, placing my hands over his hand on my stomach. âYeah, Iâll let you take me out to dinner.â
Believe it or not this might have actually turned out to be one of the best nights of my life.
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Butcher simon who canât help but slowly realise the portions youâre buying at his are for one personâs only, nd he slowly learns more abt you from the casual things he observes; like your name when you take a phone call, what youâre planning to make, whether you have guests over⌠and he doesnât mean to pry or feel anything over it, but he canât help but feel a sense of pride when you keep coming back, with the same slight awkwardness, slight out of place feeling, always shyly looking up at him before staring at his hands only. (he wonders if you can see him flex his arm more, on purpose compared to the other orders.)
sorry, just needed to share this after reading yours :)
I love this, thank you for sharing! The little details Simon picks up on are so perfect. And the flexing on purpose? Chefâs kiss.
Part Three of What's Between Fridays (previous part) (masterlist) Butcher!Simon x fem!Reader
Simon Riley liked routine.
It kept the world in order and kept him grounded.
And running the butcher shop had always been routine. Methodical, repetitive, and solitary, just the way he preferred it.
He didnât need to talk much, only sharp blades and clean cuts as his constant companions, the rhythm of bone meeting steel, and the quiet satisfaction of a job done well. He found solace in the sharp rip of tearing flesh, in the metallic tang of blood that hung thick in the air of his shop. It was the perfect barrier, a crimson curtain behind which he could stand, keeping the world at armâs length, untouched and untouchable. Because people came and went. He watched them all, never really letting anyone into his space.
Until you.
Youâd been a quiet fixture in his world for months now, slipping into the shop every Friday afternoon with the same awkward hesitance, like clockwork. At first, you were just another customer, always fumbling with your words, your gaze skirting his as if afraid to linger too long. Simon had hardly given it a second thought, just another customer passing through. But something changed over time, something he hadnât been able to ignore.
It wasnât particularly the way you looked or even the way you sounded, it was something quieter, subtler.
It was in the way you lingeredâ
âlike you were hesitant to leave.Â
So he started paying attention.
You never bought much, always just enough for one person. That told him more than you ever realised. No ring on your finger, no mention of anyone waiting at home. You were alone. He didnât mean to dwell on that fact, but he did. He couldnât help but notice the little things. The slight hesitation in your step as you approached the counter, the way your voice softened when you asked for his recommendations, as if you were nervous about making the wrong choice, about using the wrong words. And the way your eyes flickered over his arms as he worked, not realising that he noticed every glance, every stolen look.
He knew the effect he had on people, especially women.
He was a large bloke, muscular, intimidating to most. But with you, it felt different. It wasnât just that you were nervous around him, it was the way youâd peek at him when you thought he wasnât looking.
And he saw it. The way your sparkling eyes flicked down to his arms when he flexed, and yeah, maybe he did it a bit more around you. Just to see if youâd notice.
It was almost ridiculous to himself, how aware he became of his own movements when you were in the shop. Simon, who had never been one for vanity, found himself caught off guard by the subtle shift in his own presence. The weight of your gaze, tracing the lines of his hands, the curve of his muscles, stirred something in him. He wasnât the type to seek attention, but there was a kind of satisfaction in knowing that, in those stolen moments, you saw him. And somehow, he found that he liked itâmore than he cared to admit.
Simon wasnât proud of it, but he had started piecing things together about you from the subtle details.
Your name overheard when you answered a phone call one particular afternoon. The quiet way you spoke to whoever was on the other end, your voice soft but clear. The small, everyday details of your life that trickled into his awareness over time. Like what you were planning to cook, whether you had guests coming over, even the way your eyes lit up when you talked about a new recipe. He wasnât prying, wasnât trying to learn more about you, but the knowledge seeped in anyway, like rain through cracked windows.Â
And he found himself enjoying it, this strange cat and mouse game you both seemed to play without ever acknowledging it.
It was the way you two observed each otherânever too long, never enough to make it obvious, but enough to catch those fleeting moments when your eyes met his. It was a game of longing glances, of stolen seconds, a tempting thrill woven into the mundane, and Simon couldnât help but lean into it, enjoying the chase.
It had become a sort of ritual, a delicate choreography.
Each Friday, it played out the same. A dance of soft touches and curious glances, of hesitations and quiet desire, a rhythm you both followed without ever naming it. Heâd hand you your package of meat, your fingers brushing against his for the briefest of seconds, and youâd blush, your gaze flicking down to avoid his.
It was a small thing, a passing moment, but Simon found himself waiting for it each time you stepped through the door.
That delicate brush of time where your presence seemed to still the air around him. Heâd catch you looking at him more often than not. His arms, his hands, even the way he moved around the shop. You thought yourself subtle, but Simon, who had spent a lifetime reading the unspoken language of people, so he definitely knew when someone was holding back. And yet, despite all of it, you never made a move, never crossed that line.
Until you did.
It had been a regular Friday afternoon, just like all the others, and youâd come in with your usual nervous smile, your fingers brushing his as you took the package heâd prepared for you. But this time, something felt off, as though the sun had lost its way in the sky, casting shadows where light should have been.
Youâd lingered just a little longer, your eyes meeting his with a kind of quiet determination that he hadnât seen before.
And then, you asked him.Â
âAre you⌠visiting anyone during the holidays?â The question had been innocent enough, your voice soft and unsure, but the weight of it hung between you like something fragile, something easily shattered. âI mean, celebrating with your family orâŚ?âÂ
Simonâs chest tightened at the mention of family. However, the way you looked at him, the vulnerability in your sweet voice, made something stir in him, something he hadnât felt in a long time.
âIf not,â youâd continued, your voice faltering slightly, âI was thinking, maybe⌠you could join me for dinner this week? At my place.â
Heâd stared at you, unable to form words for a moment.
Youâd always been nervous around him, shy and reserved, but this⌠this was something else. The offer hung in the air, tentative, like you were holding out your heart, unsure if heâd take it or let it fall.
Simon had spent most of his life holding the world at armâs length, keeping people at a distance where they couldnât reach him, where they couldnât see the quiet wounds beneath his skin. It was easier that way, safer and cleaner. No need to wrestle with the chaos of feelings or the tangled knots that came with letting someone slip past the defences. But as he stood there, your gentle eyes searching his, waiting for a word, he felt something shift, something unsettling in its quiet simplicity. It crept up on him, the realisation, as delicate and inevitable as the tide, that keeping you at a distance wasnât as effortless as it had once been. He wasnât sure what it meant, but he knew, in that fleeting moment, something had shifted.
Simon didnât want to say no.
So he didn't.
âOkay.â
Your face had lit up, a soft smile breaking across your lips as you nodded, the tension in the air dissolving into something lighter, warmer. You took the package from him, your fingers brushing his once more, but this time it felt differentâlike a promise, a quiet understanding passing between you.
As you slipped through the door, leaving the shop behind, Simon remained rooted in place, his gaze lingering on the space where you'd been, watching the quiet swing of the door as it clicked shut. And for the first time in longer than he could remember, the feeling that settled in his chest wasnât the familiar weight of apathy, nor the impenetrable armour of his guarded soul. No, this was something differentâsomething lighter, like the gentle stirring of a breeze before dawn. It crept in softly, taking root in his ice cold heart, as though he were standing on the edge of something unknown, the whisper of a promise waiting to unfold.
For the first time in a long time, Simon allowed himself to think about what it might be like to let someone in.
To let you in.
And the thought didnât scare him as much as it should have.
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